Chapter 10-Donuts and cream

Laly can’t hold herself back any longer. Reaching with her chubby hands she picks up the tiramisu and starts digging in. You would have thought she hadn’t eaten all week. She must feel comfortable overeating in front of me now, since she already showed me how much she can handle last night. There wasn’t much space for conversation in the air. The only noises were little moans of pleasure coming from Laly with each bite. “The raspberry jam ones my favorite, you should try that one next. “. “Okay, if its as good as the tiramisu one I will love it. These are so good I could eat them every morning. But god I would get so fat.”. She seems so genuine, I wonder if she knows how much she is teasing me. I don’t have to ask if she is enjoying the donut as the evidence disappear inside of her swollen gut. I can’t believe she doesn’t feel the weight of the donuts yet. These are really heavy and after just one donut I can feel the entire thing sitting in my stomach like a rock. She moves forward with reckless abandon and picks up the maple bacon donut. Halfway through I see her slowing down. Her breathing slightly labored. She had the donut in one hand and the other resting on her stomach. She gives it a light pat and rub. “Wow these are so filling. I really should stop but im not going to leave this one half eaten.” What a good girl, finding any excuse to continue indulging herself. She takes a swig of her milk, places the glass on the table and goes “I am stuffed that was incredible”. The ring of blubber around her midsection was testing the material of my shirt. She leaned back and placed both hands on her belly to display how full she was. “But you haven’t even tried the Boston creme donut. It is the one that their famous for!” I said. “I really shouldn’t.” Laly says fighting back, continuing to rub her belly, pleading for an escape. If only she knew that her antics were having the opposite effect on me. Only making me want to feed her even more. “Here let me help”. “I will feed you the donut, while you rub your belly to make more room. I won’t take no for an answer.” Before she could resist I stood next to her. Gently bringing the Boston creme donut to her lips. She obediently continued eating, and rubbing her taught belly in circles. As she reached the center of the donut. A glob of the creme filling landed on her chin. I sweep it up with my finger and shove it in her mouth. Not letting a drop of the calorie laden cream go to waste. Lally deserves every bite. She begins sucking on my finger to tease me. I gently pull my finger out of her greedy mouth and replace it with more donut. “I didn’t know eating made you so excited Laly. Keep eating your not finished with your donut.” The greedy girl keeps eating her donut obediently. When she swallows the last bite I hand her the milk and I take the chance to gently rub her tummy. “Your belly is so tight Laly” I say, as if she needed a reminder. “I feel like I am going to burst if I take one more bite!” She says between gulps of fattening whole milk. “Then lets find out” I suggest. “Oh no I really can’t”. I have an idea. “I have an alternative for you. “ I take her by the hand and gently guide my swollen bloated girl back to the living room couch. I sit her down and stand in front of her. She look up at me with innocent eyes. “You lied to me. I know you have room for one more bite.” I say with a stern voice. “I really don’t, look at how tight my belly is”. Laly plead. I begin to unbutton my pants so that my erect member is directly in front of her mouth. “You can swallow my aream, or I will force you to eat the last 2 donuts.” I said. She didn’t have to be told twice. The girl was desperate not to be stuffed anymore, and willingly began sucking away. If only I could make enough cum to fatten her up, I thought to my self as she worked away down there. The building pressure released and Laly swallowed every drop. She earned a break from eating, at. Least until she could digest…..