Not So Bad

"Time to wake up, sweetie." A calm and gentle voice accompanies an even more gentle hand softly caressing your head, "Your breakfast is ready." You rub the sleep from your eyes and are greeted with the vision of the very motherly figure of Mint Castella leaning over you.

"There's my good boy. Look! I made your favorite." she said, pacing a standing tray over your torso. A twinge of embarrassment flushes your cheeks as you notice the tray’s legs aren’t long enough to reach the bed from the top of your belly. You try to protest.

"Full from last night? Aw, but breakfast is the most important meal of the day, baby." she said with her hand on your cheek, her thumb gently rubbing back and forth.

"What? Oh uhh of course people eat tiramisu for breakfast, honey, it's a tradition in... a lot of places." she said, scooping up a spoonful and holding it to your lips.

"Open wide, it's important to eat and stay healthy." You try to protest your fullness again but it seems she won't be taking no for an answer.

 "There we go, that's my good boy." Your first swallow is rewarded with another gentle stroke of your chin, "It's always so cute when you try to play hard to get with mommy." She pinches your cheek teasingly as she brings the next spoonful to your lips.

"I changed up the recipe a bit this time, can you tell?" The honest answer would be no, everything she makes for you always tastes heavenly, but you placate her with a nod anyway.

"My little boy is always so astute." She says with a slight laugh, "Or perhaps not so little." she adds with a gentle squeeze to your tummy.

"Oh baby, don't look so sad. Of course you are still handsome. Here, look at mommy's belly," Mint pulls up her shirt and turns slightly to the side, "see how big and full it is? You are still thin as a board." She gives a few soft rubs to your stomach as she continues feeding you.

You know her words aren't true but her voice is so soothing you almost believe it. You can't really remember when it started. The first time your pants felt tight when you sat down, the first time your shirt started to ride up. What you can never forget however is the trip to the mall. You can feel your face getting flushed with embarrassment just thinking about it. Mint insisting to hold your hand as you walked to the clothing store, overhearing her telling the fitting room attendant how "big and strong" her "little boy" was getting lately, her insistence on hand-feeding you in the food court afterwards no matter how much you protested that people were looking and then feeding you again almost as soon as you got home. "Fast food could never satisfy my little taste tester." she told you as when you complained how full you already were. No matter what time of day, or how long it had been since the last time, Mint was always ready to feed you. Needing to feed you. You were brought back to reality at the sound of the fork falling on your empty plate.

"Goooood boy. You are always so funny, pretending to be full." You weren't pretending, your stomach was already full when you woke up and now the bittersweet pain of being overstuffed was setting in.

"Now, I know mommy's little boy would never be finished with breakfast without having his milk first." Mint pulled down the covers and crawled into bed with you, getting behind you and helping you position yourself laying down across her lap. You start to pull her shirt up and hungrily dig your hands into her soft, warm belly. You always loved the feel of her flabby tummy squishing between your fingers.

"Ah ah ah, there will be plenty of time for playing with mommy later. Right now you need to drink your milk, you want to grow up big and strong don't you?" Mint took off her shirt and bra, placing her hand on the back of your head she gently but firmly guided your mouth to her waiting nipple. There was no milk to be had, her ponderous pontoons packed with only pleasantly pliable pudge, but you began eagerly suckling anyway. This mommy roleplaying was just as much for her as it was for you, after all.

"G-good boy..." You hear a hitch in Mint's breath as your hands return to her belly while you continue to suck on her now erect nipple. Her fingers glide through your hair as she caresses the back of your head, your face sinking slightly into the giving softness of her breast. She gasps as you slide a finger into her bellybutton.

"C-careful, baby, you know mommy's tummy is very s-sensitive." Her pleasure only increases as you bring your other hand up to tease her other needy nipple. You feel the soft skin of her palm as it slides down from your chest to your belly. Though you are loath to acknowledge its existence, you cannot deny the pleasure it brings you to feel her hands exploring each and every one of your newly acquired inches. A pleasure which a slightly lower part of your body is quick to display.

"Oh what's this? It seems my naughty little boy needs to be milked too." Her voice is a soothing whisper as you feel her hand gently grip your erection and you moan.

"It's okay, mommy is always here to help you, baby." Her gentle voice and soft massaging of your head continue as she begins to slowly stroke your shaft. Your hands kneading and squeezing at her soft breast and belly grow more spastic and hungry as the handjob continues, Mint's breathing becoming ragged in time with your own. Her soft words of encouragement devolve into moans and whimpers as both your suckling and the pace of her hand grow more urgent.

"Mo-MMmmn Mommy is close, baby," she manages to say between moans, "are you going to cum too, sweetie?" You do your best to nod as your body tenses up and Mint begins counting.

"Four... Three..." Her hand working even faster now, "Two... One, go ahead, baby, cum for mommy!"  Her grip on you tightens similarly to your suction on her soft breast as you both finish. You pull your mouth away from her breast to find your load shot all over her flabby belly.

"Goood boy!" Mint happily exclaims as she pulls you up for a kiss. You taste a faint hint of chocolate on her lips before she lets you lean back.

"Come on now, I already have dessert ready." She says, climbing off the bed and helping you to your feet. Looking down at her wide ass packed tightly into her jean shorts as you follow her to the kitchen you can't help but think that maybe gaining a little weight isn't so bad after all.