fatmanrocks1: He was awake, and staring at the moonlight shining in through the window. His pudgy ha
fatmanrocks1: He was awake, and staring at the moonlight shining in through the window. His pudgy hands stroked what he could reach of his vast belly, chubby fingers sinking in to his soft, spongy blubber. Hunger groaned inside, the same hunger pangs that had woken him. This was a nightly occurrence. She was already out of bed and in the kitchen, making up something he knew was going to be filling, fattening, and delicious. He turned his head to look toward the open bedroom door. His cheek dimpled, his chins creased, his jowls bunched up in his neck fat. For a moment he wished he could get up and surprise her. But only for a moment. He smiled as he thought of the fattening times gone by. They used to rut on any available flat surface, any time of day, and of course the kitchen was one of their favorite spots. It had been years, though, since he’d been able to just ‘get up’ and do anything easily, much less move nimbly enough for surprises, and any rutting was most likely going to happen right there in the double-king bed where he lay. The light from the kitchen quietly snapped out. He could hear her approach. He grunted happily and started rolling himself over. -- source link