Heimfahrt
Sommer bei Oma und jetzt bist du ein Speckkloß, weil du immer nicht nein sagen konntest.
Summer at Grandma's, and now you're a little ball of blubber because you could never say no to her cooking.
Das ist nur der Tank für die Milch die aus seinen Titten spritzt, wenn man seinen Busen melkt.
That's just the tank for the milk that squirts out of his tits when you milk his boobs.
“Dude... what the hell. That... that's a belly. Not just a little bit of flab—that's... a thing. Like a damn sofa cushion. Great. There you are. My sofa cushion. Deluxe edition.” He taps his finger against his belly. It wobbles slightly. He watches, almost fascinated.
“Wow. I now have a real... belly. Not cute, not funny. More like, ‘This is here to stay.’”
Pause. He pinches it lightly. Almost tenderly. “And you're soft too. Really soft. Like a fat marshmallow with freedom of speech.”
"I mean... when did that happen? Last year I was still skinny as a rail. I eat, sure. Maybe I shouldn't have replaced the school cafeteria with the hamburger joint. But I thought it would go away. Puberty, growth, blah blah blah. But instead, I'm now carrying my own pillow around with me—this one. A belly. On me. On me. And honestly, my thighs look like two thick rolls of dough.“ He touches one carefully, then grabs it heartily. ”And they're just as mushy."
Mom promised to cook me whatever I wanted if I stayed with her and didn't move in with Dad. And she really went all out, seriously improving her cooking skills. Most of all, she cooks huge portions now, and I'm stuffed. I've gotten a little chubby, but Mom doesn't seem to mind. She always calls me her little dumpling or her butter ball now.
Mom doesn't want me to go out in the evenings so I don't get into trouble and because it's too dangerous. That's why she buys me lots of candy for every evening I stay home. But honestly, I'm always too full and too lazy to go out anyway. Besides, since Covid, we're used to meeting our friends online anyway."
You let yourself be bribed or bought. You've become Mom's fat piggy that she'll never let go of because in two years you won't fit through the door anymore. That's how some mothers deal with their fear of loss. Without you, she would be all alone.
“Both my brothers are competitive athletes, so there's always rich food at home.”
I bet he bites into it like it's a bread roll.
This young man has gorged himself pretty fat and his fat cells will continue to swell just from this snack. He's already had as much cream inside as a stuffed cream puff.
Ich habe jetzt einen neuen Tumblr-Blog für Ai-Bilder
I now have a new Tumblr blog for Ai images.
https://www.tumblr.com/sahnejungsliebhaber