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Your Ditzy Donkey Friend p3
🕑 Added 2020-10-26 02:35:32 +0000 UTCYou wouldn’t exactly say your sessions were ‘feeding sessions’, as much as you found you enjoyed them, and think she did too, you kept enough distance for the food to be delivered as a ‘friendly gift’ or whatever Dinae believed in order to keep eating them. But you found, the more food was delivered, and the more you had to become involved, passing boxes of pizza over her swollen stomach, that you ached for something a little more personal. To press the grease dripping pizza right against her lips with one hand, feeling her stomach rise and fall under the other. Every now and then your gaze wandered over the swollen, round dome of her gut and your fingers twitched, but you couldn’t grab it, rub it or grope it just yet. Not just yet. As she awoke, after one particularly long binge to don a pair of pants you thought the game might be up, your friend struggling to pull the waistband close to her wobbling belly button. With a frustrated sigh Dinae stopped bothering, scratched her gut and looked around. “We got any more pizza?”
