“It seems like it’s fizzing out, do you want another one?” Without hesitating, you pop two gas candies in your mouth. You stay like that for a while, with them holding you, nuzzling into your neck. “God, your so irresistibly cute when you blush.” Your face turns burning crimson as you give out the most ladylike sound in your life. Your mischievous lover sneaks from behind and wraps their thin but strong arms around your middle and squeezes. Enjoying your gas and soft flesh in privacy, but not alone. After countless interruptions, the two of you are thrown out of the movie halfway through, giggling and laughing every step out with your snacks fully depleted.Īfter a quick trip home, made longer by the stops to your 4 favourite drive throughs, you unbutton your pants and massage your gut. Teasing playing a game of keep quiet that you were losing, your feeder kept pressing your bloated mid-section whenever the movie you both weren’t watching got quiet, deafening the movie goers as you tried to hold the building gases in. Feeding handfuls of snacks between burping, kisses and moans as they put their hand under your clothes. Making out in the back of the theatre as the lights dimmed. It didn’t take long for your lover to get cuddly with you. Shyly, you squeeze yourself further into your seats that were made for women less then a 1/3 of your weight, with the armrests wedging inbetween your love handles. Whether it was the sound of your slobbish belching or the cry of the chairs nearly breaking from the two, wide blubber filled orbs you call a backside that grabbed their attention, a few eyes lingered on your young, morbidly obese body. The impact caused an eruption of a burp to fill the silent darkness, turning a number of heads towards you. Hands making a meaty slap against those full hips.įinally in the theatre and out of breath, you let your several hundred pound body fall backwards onto the two seats you were forced to buy. Passers-by were quickly taking notice of the obese girl that was moaning inbetween hearty belchs.īlushing red, you bring your hands back to your sides. Your partner leans in, whispering a warning not to fondle herself too much in public. You absent mindedly rub your belly trying to settle it, belching louder whenever your puffy fingers press too hard on the dough ball that was half covered by your XXXL shirt. The feeling of the candy bubbling tickles your stomach as you make your way through the crowds. After the ordering half their stock, your feeder carries the bags of treats, you head to the theatre for a well earned sit down. The worker has to stand there smiling as you slowly list the candies you want, pausing with each belch and rumble of your stomach as the gases are replaced the moment they fly out your double-chinned face. The cinema, once you’re filled with pent up air you waddle to the concession stand to place your order. Once swallowed it slowly fizzles and blubbes away in your stomach for a few hours, and they know the perfect place to take their soon to be gassy girlfriend first. Your feeder has gotten hold of wonka style fizzy candy.
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