You sit down and place the mix on the table. As so as you get settled Mrs. Smith presses a button. Straps come out and hold you in place. You can't get free. "I have a confession." Mrs Smith says "I am a feeder, my son won't gain a inch, but I have a feeling you will and I think you'll like it."
You smile from ear to ear. You have always had a crush on Mrs. Smith, with her thick body and ample breasts. She starts to feed you cookie after cookie. They seem to melt in your mouth. Mrs. Smith says, "It is a special recipe I got from a magic shop book at the mall. It said BBW chewy chip cookies."
Your eyebrows raise, you know that you'll probably get quiet fat from these. Oh well, the cookies are so good you don't notice your belly and ass swelling with fat....
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