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movie date but I make you drink enough soda to make your shirt tight around your rounded stomach. The almost constant chorus of gurgles from your stomach draws the annoyed attention of other movie-goers who can't hear the movie over your sounds. A cacophony of digestive noises as your stomach tries to settle despite my instigation of further reaction via rubbing and gentle jostling of your ballooned stomach. I hold your hand as you squirm, the arm rests now digging into the side of your taut skin, leaving red marks which I soothe with gentle kisses and kitten licks. You whisper and ask if we're almost done, and I hush you gently and reassure you that we are. I've still got an array of different sodas in big litre bottles under my seat though. And I don't intend for us to be done until you can't see the screen over the crest of your stomach.
A trip to an amusement park. Near noon you start insisting you're hungry for lunch so I start making breaks to accommodate. At every stall I toss out a couple dollars and buy you something to eat till you're mumbling about your pants being tighter than they were this morning. But it doesn't seem to slow you in your eating. Turkey legs, churros, bubbling sodas, tacos, burritos, burgers, fries, candy bars, cheese fries, funnel cakes and more. Your fingers are coated in grease and crumbs and I help you lick them clean, gently rubbing your front as I ask if you're full yet. We sit on a bench in the shade and we hear it creak under your weight, a sign that we may be going to far with you, but neither of us want to stop yet. Instead, I walk over and get you a few ice creams which you quickly devour with your seemingly insatiable appetite. Near the end of the day, we decide to go on one more ride, and we quickly find that your swollen and engorged belly seems less than eager to let the lap bar come down. You're barely contained in the already squished seat as it is, but your belly refuses to give up the space it occupies. Your shirt rode up long ago and now we both just stare and sheepishly blush at the worker who insists that the situation of the bar pressed tight into the fat of your gut isn't safe. You're about to fight your way out of the seat in defeat when the button on your jeans finally gives way, allowing your stomach to lurch forward and shoot the safety bar back even further. I chuckle nervously at the situation but in all honesty I'm just thinking about how I want to straddle your rolls and ride you way more than any attraction at this park.
Feeders out there, do you prefer to start off with someone skinny and make them huge?? Or someone already fat to begin with?