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Part 3
🕑 Added 2025-08-17 03:15:12 +0000 UTCJada was in Zay’s kitchen humming to the song that was playing and making their fifth drinks.
“Mmmh, where’s the food at?” She asked Zay who was approaching her.
“Why? You need a snack to hold you over?.” He teased, walking up behind her. He grabbed her stomach then pulled his shirt that she was wearing over her belly. The bottom of her stomach peeked out. “Oh my god, I can’t wait… Imma have to cut this shit off of you.”
She bit her bottom lip and her eyes rolled back.
Zay pressed his bare abs against her back. He tilted her head back and fed her a shot straight from the bottle; she took it like a champ.
“So sexy.” He groaned before licking the drop that was running down her chin.
They heard a knock on the door.
“Yay!” She slurred before taking the bottle of liquor and their drinks to the bedroom while he answered the door and got the food.
He walked in the room with the bags of food and met her sitting on his chair waiting. He put the food down on his dresser then took his drink from her.
“Cheers” she said flirtatiously.
They chugged their drinks down and their night officially began.
Zay unwrapped the eight burritos and opened the box of donuts then got to work feeding her. He held the burrito up to her mouth and she took the biggest bite she could while his other hand wandered to her lower belly. He was entranced watching her chins move up and down.
She grabbed a donut from the box and shoved half of it in her mouth.
“You so fuckin sexy, Jada.” He said while rubbing her stomach, “Fuck.”
She moaned in response.
He slid his shorts off, pulled up his beanbag chair, and sat in front of her while he took a bite of his food.
She continued shoving the fatty, sugary meal into her growing gut as he played with her stomach. He slapped, shook, poked, & massaged her belly and played with her navel. She ate faster as a response to his print growing.
He turned his head to the mirror beside them to watch her from a different angle.
“Look at yourself.” He demanded, gripping onto the part of her belly that now hung down.
She obeyed.
“Look at what you did to your body, Jada.”
“I didn’t do this… You did.” She protested between a hiccup.
“Uhn uh.” He grunted before standing up and shoving a donut into her mouth. “You let me do it.”
She yelped but chewed while holding her stomach.
“What happened to the little waist and flat stomach?” He teased while shaking her gut. “Where did these back rolls come from, baby?”
Her face was flushed with embarrassment.
“Look,” he pulled at the bottom of the shirt she was wearing, “My clothes don’t even fit you anymore. This is a men’s large.”
He bit his lip while she continued to grind on the chair. She looked away for a second.
“Nah, don’t look away. Look at yourself while you eat. I want you to see how you got so fuckin’ fat.” He said as he shook her stomach. “Look at how much it jiggles, baby.”
“Nobody told you that you’re getting bigger?” He asked.
“I don’t think I got that big.” She mumbled while chewing. “I think I look the same.”
He brought his face within an inch of hers.
“You did tho.” He slipped his hand in her shorts and she gasped. “You know you did. And you love it, don’t you?”
He let her grind on his finger for a moment before pulling his hand out and tasting her.
“You like ruining your body for me.” He teased. He pulled his dick out and stroked it while he played with her nipple. “You like pigging out, especially in front of me, right?”
The teasing only seemed to make her hungrier. She picked up two burritos and ate them alternating between both hands.
“Yeah you do. You come here, get drunk, then fill your gut with whatever I put in front of you… but being drunk isn’t enough so you take a gummy and wait for your appetite to come back so you can stuff yourself again. And you use me and the intoxication as an excuse, cause ‘you can’t control yourself when you’re under the influence’ and ‘you’re only doing it because I like it.’ But that’s not true, huh, mama? I told you we can stop this whenever you want, right? You don’t have to come up here… or get drunk off your ass and eat like a pig then get high and beach yourself with your stomach. You do it because you like it, and it gets you wet.”
He finished his statement by pushing his fingers inside her.
A gasp escaped her mouth followed by a moan then her eyes rolled back before shoving a whole donut in her mouth.
“You just can’t help yourself.”
He picked up her belly and let it drop, grunting with each slap of it onto her meaty thighs.
“You feel how heavy it is?”
“It’s not-” she was cut off by him dropping it again. “Fuck- I do. It’s so heavy.”
Her shirt rolled up as she leaned back, placed her hands on her distended gut, and started to gasp for air.
Zay chewed on his bottom lip as he continued stroking himself to the sight of her. “Look at you…”
She tried to sit up but failed miserably. Looking defeated, she stretched her arms out looking for his help.
He pulled her up and lead her to the bed.
“You look pitiful.” He said grabbing a pair of scissors and baby oil out of his bedside drawer. “Too fuckin fat to get up by yourself, you should be ashamed.” He continued teasing.
Jada tried to reach for her pussy, but her belly got in the way. She tried again while Zay watched and stroked himself to the display, but she gave up.
“Oh my god,” He exhaled, sounding like he was ready to climax.
He slapped her gut watching it slightly jiggle.
“You still got some room.” He gently tried to feed her a soft taco.
“Uhn uh…” she groaned whilst turning her head.
He grabbed her chin and redirected her face, “I wasn’t asking.”
She moaned as he forced half of it into her mouth.
He used his free hand to tease her clit, “Good girl.”
She was breathing even more heavily than she was before. She was at her bursting point, feeling like she would pop if she even thought of food.
Zay moved his hand from her crotch and she whimpered, begging him to touch her again.
“Just finish this for me, baby.”
She groaned, “I can’t-“
“You don’t even believe that.” He teased. “You know you can. C’mon.”
She slowly opened her mouth and he pushed the remainder of the taco in her mouth, leaving his thumb in there for her to suck on.
“You’re such a greedy girl, I thought you said you couldn’t finish it.”
“Ughhh.” She whimpered after swallowing.
She poked and prodded her belly while Zay touched himself.
“Can you cut this shirt off? It’s too tight now.” She begged.
“Not yet…”
He drenched her torso in baby oil and rubbed her exposed, bulging gut.
“Be gentle.” She moaned.
He proceeded with caution as he did what he wanted with his prize.
She hissed and whined at his touch, which only got him more aroused.
“Can you sit up?” He asked.
“Fuck no.” She labored between breaths.
“So you can run either?” He asked touching her pearl.
She bit her lip and shook her head.
He turned her body and pulled her to the edge of the bed, which made him slightly out of breath.
“Am I really that fat?” She asked whimpered.
He nodded.
He kneeled down and pulled her shorts to the side, sending a long, slow lick to her opening.
She hissed.
“Mmm,” he moaned into her.
He draped her heavy thighs over his shoulders; he used one hand to shake her gut and the other to play with his dick.
He suckled on her clit feeling himself about to reach his climax.
She tried to reach his head when suddenly that heard some seams ripping. She gasped and he finished all over the ground.
But he wasn’t done.
“Did you rip my shirt?” He asked, genuinely shocked. “My men’s large shirt?”
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered.
He hovered over her and ripped the shirt open.
“Fuck.” He grunted. “You so sexy.”
He sloppily kissed her while teasing her pearl with this tip.
He went lower and started to suck her nipples.
She was squirming under him, desperate to feel him, but she knew it wouldn’t happen. Not while she was drunk. So she just enjoyed the foreplay.
“You ready for your gummy?” He asked, taking a quick break from tasting her.
She nodded.
