This would be great except…
The messages tend to be poorly spelled
They are invariably sent from accounts where the people live hundreds of miles away from me
The messages, in some cases, don’t sound like what the rest of the account has posted… almost as if someone else is using the account for their own purposes
Have I become the target of some very, very niche porn spam? Or are desperate guys hijacking their BBW girlfriends’ accounts to try and talk to me? :P
antique-coffins, this is for you.
“I warned you not to wear that,” I told him as I climbed up on the bed beside him and pushed aside the wings of his suit jacket. Six just covered his face with his arm and moaned.
I marveled, as I always did, over how tiny Six was. He was five foot seven, with the smooth muscles and firm ass that were a legacy of ballet dancing, of all things. His shirts were always perfectly pressed, his suits gloriously fitted… until today. I undid the row of buttons on his closely-fitted vest, and then the long row of shirt buttons under that, to reveal that his normally flat belly now puffed over the waistband of his suit pants. The sight was so delightful that I nuzzled him just below the navel, kissing it, but didn’t seem to get a response.
“Don’t go to sleep,” said Rufus, nuzzling Six and licking his ear.
“I feel too sick to sleep,” Six groused, even as I undid the top button on his pants. That made him sigh a little bit.
“How can we help you feel better?” I mused.
“An emetic,” Six snapped.
“Want to feel something really good?” Rufus tried to guide him to roll over onto his belly, but once Six was on his side he refused to go any further. “You won’t hurt yourself,” Rufus soothed. “You’d throw up long before your tummy burst.”
“Is that supposed to make me want to do it?” Six yelped.
“Shh,” I soothed, snuggling up to Six and stroking his pooched-out belly. “Remember,” I told Rufus, “he’s new at this! You have to start slowly…” I lowered my head and gently began nuzzling and suckling at Six’s round tummy, kitten licking it delicately.
After a little while, Six made a pleased noise, and I felt his hands settle in my hair. “You can do it a little harder,” he said, and then arched a bit when I obliged. “Ooh…”
We had gotten back to the hotel room soon enough after dinner that Six’s belly was still settling, and as a result it was very noisy. With one arm wrapped around him for leverage, I stroked and snuggled it, listening to it gurgle and bubble inside as his digestion went to work on the huge ball of rice we’d made him swallow. But whereas by now Rufus would be hard and leaking, Six was just shifting and sighing, unable to really get comfortable. I wondered how long it had been since he’d been this full. Years, probably, since his diet was either strictly portion-controlled or something smoothie-like that he stopped tweeting just long enough to drink and then forget about.
I wanted him hard, though. I wanted him to be as turned-on as Rufus always was, but instead he was curled up between us, half asleep even when I trailed my kisses up his chest to his lips, nipping him gently the way he liked.
Rufus had propped himself up on one elbow to watch us, his other hand stroking Six’s back and side. “Imagine if I fucked you like this,” he said. “Pressure inside and out…”
Six’s eyes opened wide as I was kissing him. “I think he wants that!” I said.
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