>>68045
Oh you do, do you? Yeah, that doesn't surprise me. Tell me, cuck, what else do you imagine? Maybe the sight of a big, bulging, hairy belly being shoved in your face, your so-called "girlfriend" fighting for all she's worth inside, separated from you by inches of skin, muscle, and fat? Maybe you imagine hearing the growls and gurgles of a real man's gut getting to work on sloughing apart her body, soul, hopes, and dreams with his digestive fluids?
Perhaps you imagine him towering over you, leering down at you with that shit-eating grin that seems to be a permanent feature of his broad face? Taunting you with words like, "Damn bro, you sure know how to pick 'em. Haven't had a bitch that tasty in weeks!", chuckling to himself as he slaps his round, sloshy stomach? Perhaps you fantasize about leaning forward and planting a little kiss on his churning gut- even before his lunch stops moving- before shyly offering him a belly rub? After all, you can see how hard his stuffed, happy tummy is working to digest its meal, and surely he would appreciate the help (not that he needs it for a skinny meal like this one, lol).
Could it be that you daydream about growing red in the face as he laughs at you for being a little freak? Your pants feeling tighter (a little bit, lol) when he lays that big, meaty hand on your head and slowly leans forward... then a deep rumble comes from his chest just before he blasts you in the face with a roaring belch... surely the thought of being burped to the ground has never crossed your mind, right? After all, that would just be... pathetic.
And of course you've never fantasized about slowly getting to your knees- wiping his drool from your face all the while- and looking up at the big, hungry man who just scarfed down your supposed lover in five seconds flat and feeling... awe... and arousal. Naturally, the thought of being commanded to reach up and unbuckle his belt- purely to make more room for his massive gut, of course- wouldn't occur to you. Why would it? That would be... well, actually that'd be pretty much par for the course of one of your fantasies, wouldn't it, cuck?
Yeah, you'd be slobbering on my knob like it was the most delicious thing in the world before your "girlfriend" stopped struggling for her life in my gut. I wouldn't be able to see you over my swollen belly, but you'd be down there alright, with your head pressed right up against the underside of that noisy, meaty orb right above you. The occasional bulge from my thrashing meal would catch you right in the side of your depraved little head, but you'd hardly notice, I'd wager. Nah, you'd be too distracted and aroused by getting to serve a real, hungry man's cock to care about much else besides coaxing a big, creamy load out of my balls and into your own flat little tummy.
The only real question is: would you content yourself with spectating the show from the outside... or would you be so desperate to satisfy me that you dive down my tight, hot, wet throat to rub my belly from the inside too? I'm sure I can find the room- after all, your "gf" wasn't much but skin and bones (unless she's packing more under that outfit than it seems)...