The Fat Hat Poem
#11 of Quick Fetish Blurbs (series)
There once was a man named Matt
He owned a beautiful hat
But on a night late
He ate and he ate
Now he's too fat for his hat
Gaming Seat
You don't remember how long you've been trapped under these cheeks, that musky tailhole bearing down on you with passive demand to be pleased. You hear a muffled shout. "Damnit!" They cry, as the sound of a lost game match rings out. They shift...
Fit Feeding Fat
Stuffed, heavy, panting; your mouth sore from all the food you've chewed in the past hour alone. You feel the gentle paw of your muscular tiger running over your dangerously stuffed gut. "Come on now, just a few more packs, you're almost...
Gator-wear
"Hey there boy, how ya doin'?" A big daddy gator calls to you, his ball gut wobbling under his plaid shirt. "Y'got a sec?" He turns around, giving you full view of his exposed rear end. "M'dang pants got caught and I can't reach to pull'em up. Mind...