Femmy Piggy

A spurt of pre spilled from Kay's fupa-hooded boy clit as his dom shoved another donut past his plump, saliva slicked lips. Bavarian cream leaked from its back end before it was engulfed entirely, chewed into a sugary paste, then swallowed down to join the half dozen he'd been fed so far.

"Ah-ah, not yet," their dom teased, scooping up the cream off Kay's double chin and licking it of their finger. "You can't cum until you finish the box, remember piggy?"

A raunchy, involuntary belch erupted from Kay in response, his already pink cheeks going red. The exquisite rush of relief, embarrassment, and hedonistic pleasure sent another dollop of viscous precum oozing onto the couch beneath his wide, feminine behind. The cushion was clean as always but heavily stained, streaks of white, yellow, and even brown serving as memorabilia for all the naughty evenings spent there.

"Good piggy!" Kay's dom cooed, giving his rotund belly a loving jiggle.

He and his innards groaned in unison, feeling the weight of his preceding dinner stewing within him. His dom chose their ingredients carefully, ensuring the meal was not only delicious but especially, well... productive. A sydden swell of pressure forced Kay to relax their well-used asshole and release hot, ripe gas into the oft abused cushion. Despite the couches muffling, the heavy stench inevitably reached them, causing his dom to inhlale deeply before leveling another creme-filled pastry with Kay's mouth.

"Open wide. And keep letting loose... you're going to need the room."