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Extra Slice #8: “Early Morning Musings”
🕑 Added 2025-04-21 10:19:31 +0000 UTCI have an early flight, and a few people either joined as Even More BS patrons or upgraded to that tier, so I wanted to strike while that iron is hot.
This is the result. It’s fairly short and sweet and I wrote it at like 4am, so take that for what you will and as always…
Enjoy!
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It’s four a.m. and I’m looking at you, my big bountiful beauty. I watch the way your big blubbery stomach rises with each breath that you take.
It’s like watching a mountain of fat rise and fall. Each breathe moves our bright blue sheets like they’re waves cresting in the ocean. Your gut is such a marvelously large mound of fat and watching it move up and down is absolutely hypnotic.
I want to put my hand on your soft squishy stomach. I want to let it sink into the fat. I want to feel that flab as it oozes between my fingers and overwhelms the palm of my hand.
But I want to wake you.
So I watch.
I watch the way the sheets stretch out over your thunder thighs. They barely sink between your legs because your thighs are so fat that there’s rarely any room between them. I long to be between your thighs, feeling their warmth as your fat envelopes my head. I want to risk drowning in that sea of fat, to feel it enclose me and leave me enraptured. If that’s the way I go, it’s a hell of a way to go.
Your thighs are so thick. They are like flesh filled tree trunks, and I love the way they slap and rub together when you waddle. Hell, I love the way you waddle, the way you’re forced to sway from one fat foot to the other. Your body forces you to limit what you can do and yet you always make the most of it.
Part of that is because of your more than generous backside. You’ve got these two beautiful bloated butt cheeks, massive mounds of fat that are so big and round and juicy. I love to walk behind you as you waddle even though having to slow my own speed down to let you be in front can be frustrating. It’s worth it to get to watch the hypnotic bouncing of those glorious orbs of glute fat. They’re buttery and covered in cellulite, and your fat is so incredibly squeezable. I love to rub my hands along your big butt, to squeeze it, to lift it. You’re just so fun to play with.
I even love your arms. I love to pinch the adorable fat that makes up your bingo wings. Your arms end in these perfect chubby hands with their perfect chubby fingers. When you eat, I love to lick those fingers. Be it sauce or grease or whipped cream, it all tastes better coming off of you.
And your face, your perfect round and beautiful face. It’s like a full moon, so nice and fat. I love kissing your chubby cheeks, so often covered in remnants of your last meal. I love your adorable doughy double chin. Your face is testament to your gluttony. There’s no hiding it in trick above the shoulder camera angles. Everyone can see how far you are at all times, and I think that’s wonderful.
I could watch you forever, but I have to get your breakfast going. It takes a lot to keep you well fed. There’s bacon to be fried, and eggs to scramble. I have to make the pancakes and the toast which I’ll slather with butter. There’ll be hashbrowns and a side of fruit- I think cantaloupe today. That way you can pretend that you’re being healthy. It’ll be a well balanced breakfast for my well balanced piggy.
Together we’ll sit down- you on your two chairs, and I’ll get to watch my favorite show, your eating. You’ll dig in with such gusto. Crumbs will fly and you won’t care. You’ll barely care about the flavors of the food you’re eating. You’ll just eat like the perfect pig that you’ve become. You’re a machine now, a well oiled and very fat machine. It’s the grease from all the food that’s done the oiling.
I could watch you eat all day and massage your belly to make sure you have as much room as possible so you can fill yourself to your true potential. And you’ve got so much potential in that pot belly of yours. I’ll still do that second part. Lord knows I can’t keep my hands off of you. (And I know you don’t want me to keep them off of you.) But I can’t just sit there and watch you unfortunately.
After all, I have to get lunch planned.
And you?
You just have to sit there looking beautiful and getting fatter just like we’ve planned it.
