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BHM Hot Fudge Cake by Zonker (~~WG, Force Feeding, ~BHM, Erotica)

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~~WG, Force Feeding, ~BHM, Erotica - A sweet tooth leads to oral pleasures in bed.

This spilled out pretty spontaneously. Feedback welcome.
(NOTE: Contains sexual situations, oral sex, weight gain, fat and gluttony. These are the things I like. However, if you and I don't like the same things, that's cool. Then just don't read this. Go elsewhere, and find something which gives you pleasure.)


HOT FUDGE CAKE
By Zonker

My belly growls greedily. "I need to eat. Please feed me."

"Oh yes," you say, your lips upon my belly. "Your belly needs to grow."

"Whenever we are in bed, I get hungry – and horny," I say, as you thump my full belly like a farmer thumping a watermelon.

"Mmm, yes," you say. You start at my belly. "You are all soft." You reach between my legs, up between my white fat soft thighs. "Only this one thing . . . is hard." You giggle.

"Oh, grunt, groan," I start moaning in pleasure at your touch. "Hungry . . . horny . . . horngry." I feel like I'm losing my mind, my head swirls with desire.

"You want this chocolate cake?" you say, pulling the box onto the bed. "I made it just for you with my loving hands. You want it?" You smile.

"Oh yes, you know I love chocolate. I'm addicted to it – and to you." I reach for the cake with my pudgy greedy fingers. I feel myself salivating, drool dripping onto your olive skin.

You start to stuff my mouth, and my cheeks bulge with delicious fattening cake.

"I have some warm chocolate fudge sauce here as well, and some whipped cream and cherries for the cake," you say, but I can barely hear the words. I glance at the nightstand, the jar of maraschino cherries looking so red in a huge jar, the pot of fudge warming over the candle, the cans of whipped cream ready for your finger to shoot into me.

I suddenly feel embarrassed, ashamed and afraid of my own gluttony. "Please, please, just one piece," I mumble through the crumbs. "Mmmph, not – gulp – so much. I'll get fat."

"Here's a news bulletin for you, tubby." You pause, smiling slyly with a twinkle in your eye. "You are fat, and you're gonna get fatter, you silly greedy hog."

I now find myself unable to stop eating. You stuff me as my eyes pop out in horror. Between bites, I try to speak. "Please. No more! I don't want – swallow – fatter. Just one piece of cake, that's all I - gulp, swallow – wanted. Mmmmphhhhh!"

You chuckle at my discomfort as you continue to stuff my mouth full. My chubby cheeks are so stretched, they hurt, my mouth so full, almost to the point of choking me, and I'm breathing with difficulty now through my nose.

You cram the last piece of cake in and laugh at my condition, prodding my belly with your fists.

With what little strength I have left, I pull my hands up and push you away weakly. You groan a little and laugh again, taunting me. "Fatty, fatty, two by four, can't get through the bedroom door."

I push you back on the bed, using my weight to topple you back upon the pillows. I climb on top of you, spreading your legs with my fat belly.

"You want me?" you ask, moaning a little.

"Yes, yes, I want you... and I will have you." Kissing you wildly around your neck, then down to your soft breasts, sucking upon them and licking them lovingly.

I push my weight down upon you hard, my flab enveloping you. "Ohhhh, you want me… I love this," you say. "Mmm," you moan as I keep sucking and licking your breasts like a glutton with an ice cream cone.

My tongue is pressing upon you, my lips enclose a nipple and I suckle upon you, for just a moment, then lick on down to your belly button, dipping my tongue in there to explore its sweet savory flavor. I feel you moan again, the moan vibrating through your abdomen from somewhere deep inside you.

I reach my hands beneath your waist and pull my face into your tight tummy muscles, and I kiss and lick you all over. "Mmmm, you taste mmmm like chocolate, so sweet."

My tongue traces your fine golden hairs down to your mound of Venus, so soft and sweet- smelling, like baby powder. "Mmmmm," I moan, feeling like I am tasting your beauty with my tongue.

I reach my hands onto the sides of your hips and pull my face up between your beautiful toned legs. I nibble lightly at your soft inner thighs, nibbling with my lips, licking with my loving lustful tongue.

Again, I feel a moan rising from deep inside you.

You feel my nose, my chin and my sticky cake-covered cheeks pushing against your thighs, up into the creases where they meet – "Mmmmm." – into your sweetest of sweet spots.

My nose pushes into your velvety sweet vaginal lips, softly pushing its way up, up, up, as my tongue licks your sweetest of lips, and my lips chew softly upon them. "Mmmm, you taste good, hon, like the sweetest thing I've ever put in my mouth."

I can almost feel you blush and smile. "You're wonderful," I hear you say.

I suck upon your vaginal folds, licking into each crevice for your sweet juices, for your wonderful hot tastes. You are delicious.

I reach toward the nightstand, then dribble warmed fudge sauce between your legs and pour it into you. "You know I can't resist chocolate." I raise myself up to look you in the eye and lick my lips.

"You're a chocoholic," you mutter, lost in the pleasures to come.

I look at you hungrily, then start to lick between your legs, going into every crease and fold with my tongue and lips, sucking, nibbling softly.

I feel you start to move in motion with my tongue.

"You taste like sex and chocolate," I whisper into your love grotto, and my tongue follows my words, expertly licking the chocolate, my lips joining and sucking upon your lovely, lovely softness.

My tongue moves in and out of you, pulling your juices and the chocolate sauce into my mouth. I swallow repeatedly, enjoying the warmth of your love juices and the sweetness of your body.

I feel heat rising from you, and you are nearly still now, but I feel you inside, vibrating, moving wildly.

I use my hands to hold onto the sides of your hips as I guide my face, my mouth, my tongue and lips onto you, into you... "Mmmmm," I moan, filling myself with your deliciousness.

I pull my mouth up against your vagina, till it encloses it all, the lips and all that soft silkiness inside, and my tongue thrusts in and out, swirling round and round in rhythms of wildness, going faster and faster, then slowing as your climax builds. Then, I start over again.

Your body heats up, and the taste on my tongue changes, something more savory, more sensuous.

In and out, around and around. "Mmmm," I moan, and you feel the hum of my groans of ecstasy, my moans of pure pleasure, as my tongue continues exploring the very core of your sensuality. My belly bulges now with my chocolate sauce gluttony.

I reach again for the bedside table and get whipped cream and fill you full, spraying it directly into you, then resume my gluttony between your legs, growing fatter as I work my tongue and lips in a manic manner to please you.

"I adore your beauty," I whisper softly between your creamy thighs. "I am here only to serve you, to worship you, to adore you, to - lick - please you." I pause. "And to consume you."

I feel you tensing to my touch, tensing upon my tongue. You start to speak, but it sounds like you are speaking in tongues. Nothing you say makes sense. You are speaking in a language only understood in the wildness of animalistic sensuality.

"I will pleasure you as you deserve - all the pleasures and joys to be known upon any bed in this world," I whisper, my lips brushing against your vaginal folds.

I continue to consume the chocolate and whipped cream I have squeezed onto you and inside you, licking up every single drop, every fattening calorie now destined to add to my growing bulk.

I can almost feel myself expanding, as I whisper, "I will fatten myself up right here between your thighs." You can feel the sides of my belly spreading your knees apart as I continue to eat from you and from inside you. My love handles are pushing your legs apart as I grow.

Again and again, I fill you with chocolate, pouring it between your legs, a perfect repast for a glutton like me. Then, I spray you full of whipped cream, and push my face into the sticky wonders of your body.

"And I have something special here," I say, grabbing the jar of sweet maraschino cherries. I feel you quiver oh so slightly.

I put a single cherry upon my tongue, then use my tongue to push the cherry up inside you; then, I do this again and again until you have a dozen cherries inside you. "Mmm, I love those cherries, so sweet and fattening."

You have not breathed for what seems like minutes, and then you let out a loud gasp and start again trying to speak, but stuttering and sputtering words in a language which only hedonists can decipher.

I fill up all gaps in you with whipped cream, spraying it into you until you are full. "Now, time for my dessert," I say as I pour chocolate sauce between your inner thighs.

I look toward your face, and I see your eyes fluttering like you are in some strange trance or seizure. I look down beneath at the chocolate and whipped cream with greedy gluttonous eyes.

"Mmmm," I moan. "Time for me to fatten himself up some more, don't you agree? "

You are on the brink of orgasm now, and I start to lick you, suck you, nibble upon you... "My dear, you will know only the greatest pleasures on earth," I whisper into your heated spaces, my lips grazing against your vaginal folds.

My tongue follows your every crevice and fold, then goes deep into you to retrieve a cherry. I swallow it whole, my taste buds barely registering its sweetness. I feel it, round and slick, tumbling toward my belly.

Again, you sense my soft body growing wider and fatter, pressing against you, and you start to laugh with joy.

You close your eyes, and you can see stars flashing before you.

Pleasure washes over us both as my tongue seeks another sweet cherry.
 

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