It was 3 a.m., and you'd snuck into the kitchen yet again. A..
🕑 Added 2023-07-18 11:59:26 +0000 UTC
It was 3 a.m., and you'd snuck into the kitchen yet again. After your usual day of heavy drinking, you were always sure to embark on a secret late-night snack raid. As you rummaged through the refrigerator, you thought of nothing else other than your grumbling stomach.
But you were quickly distracted by a low groan. You turned around to find your girlfriend standing in the doorway with her arms crossed.
'What do you think you're doing? Naughty boy! You know that pigs like you deserve to be punished,' she said sternly.
You tried to protest, but your girlfriend only shook her head with a sigh. She walked up to you, her red lips in a thin line, and jiggled your flabby body as if it were a toy.
'You're going to eat everything in this refrigerator,' she declared as she grabbed your flabby lower belly and dragged you to the fridge by it.
Your cock twitched against your fat pad, your stomach growled in anticipation, and your mouth started to salivate as she guided your face into the refrigerator and instructed you to begin eating. Eat, you did. You ate like a man who had been starving. You had no excuse for what you were doing. How could something that feels so right be so wrong? Bite after greedy bite, she watched you eat.
"I'm sorry, I can't eat anymore", you say through ragged breaths. She looked you up and down, judgmentally shaking her head, and said, 'Greedy pigs like you should just know better. If you don't eat every single bite, you don't get to cum.' She then walked away, leaving you alone with your overfilled, overfed, and overused, aching gut.
