Meister’s Pet

With that, the stuffed giant began to relax, but before long there was almost a sort of nagging feeling in the back of his mind… despite how much he’d glutted himself, Amon wanted to eat even more. Giving a disgruntled huff he pulled up on his pet’s head, yanking him to his feet with alarming ease. “I vant more, pet. Fetch meister anozer helping.” He ordered, giving the boy a gentle shove towards the kitchen. Thankfully his pet was hasty about it, bringing him a trolley of his favorite (rather fattening) goods and parking it right next to Amon’s chair… Before the boy could sit back down however, the general took his head and pulled him closer. “Now feed meister, pet.” He puffed, putting both hands on the sides of his solidly stuffed girth and opening his mouth expectantly.

Within minutes, he and his pet had built up a steady rhythm, with the general forcing more and more mouthfuls into that straining belly. The warnings from the many fasteners of his half-undone uniform went unheeded, and before long a sharp PWING of flying metal reported a button giving up the ghost. “Mmf…” Amon had become much too engrossed in his feeding to even care about his failing uniform, only caring about the next bite passing his plump lips. The fuller he got, the more he could feel something stirring between those tree trunk thighs, occasionally moaning as a button shot off to relieve another bit of pressure.

By the time his pet had run out of food on the cart, Amon felt like he was one crumb away from bursting like a great big bomb. With ragged, heaving breaths he coaxed his pet down, a lust-addled glint in those steely eyes. “Nnngh… now. Pleasure… meister…” He puffed, grateful his bulk had blown out the button and zipper of his uniform trousers. His pet, knowing his place, crawled between his master’s thick legs and began tending to that immensely thick, throbbing length. Amon’s moaning and panting was soft, yet interlaced with burps that trumped his earlier release in volume. Each noisy release of pressure brought him closer to climaxing, and when he was finally sent over the edge Amon huffed, and groaned, and finally… ”BUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPHHH—!!”

Once he’d started coming down from the afterglow, it occurred to him that a painting had been knocked off the wall across the room. “Gott…” The jailor muttered to himself, giving his belly a firm slap with something resembling pride. “Zis zing von’t fit into any verdamnt uniform…”