My Porcelain Prized Cow
(More first person view, but it holds up. Definitely want to expand this type of erotica with some poetic-type style...a work in progress).
Be my prized cow, plopped down onto that wooden, yet sturdy chair holding you up with all its might.
I've been fattening you up so well, my palms caress the excess fat expanding such delicate skin, moisturized with oil and belly slaps that immediately grope a hand full of your lower belly.
Jiggling your body, making it wobble from all that homemade food; lasagna, bread sticks, meatloaf, veggie wraps, fast-food and health foods doubled with a side of ranch. Dipping a carrot in condiment just to paint such plump lips, whimpering noises of delight pleases me as your body rapidly changes over the course of a few months.
5?10?30 50 pounds of fat accrued, that is excessive eating with encouragement.
*Slaps and gropes your side ass*
Eat up, babygirl. Daddy wants you plumped up by Christmas time, tying you up like a Christmas present.
But now you just wait breathlessly in the chair, and...oh my, you can't go anywhere, can you? Barely able to waddle out of your chair, looking like a hot mess.
*Rubs your thick thighs*
That's what I like, so softened more than a plush build-a-bear, hands cover the tits, gently pressing finger tips into such breasts as they become more softer too. Your belly rounding out nicely, that I can just use both hands to lift it out of your leggings.
Sliding another donut into your luscious mouth just makes those pretty eyes roll to the back of your head, you know you want more but the urges just can't hold it any longer, no. You want this, you want to be fattened like a prized porked up piggy or cow, so moo and say "oink" if you want more, pretty girl.
Rubbing the melted chocolate all over your belly just looks surreal, the urges and loss of control, letting me do what I want that pleases you and pleases me so much so, that your hands are busy tied up to touch your self from the food effect on your body, that I'll spread one leg over your other leg and just make out with you while sliding my hand down toward the inner thighs and my other hand just brushing fingers through your hair like a fine tooth comb, holding your face.
Eat up, you have a feast to finish off, my Porcelain Prized Cow.