You jokingly rest your hand on the curve of his bloated belly and gently rub it 'I don't know how you fit it all in here' you say, Phil looks down to see you gently rubbing his belly slightly but doesn't say anything. As you go to stand up, he grabs your wrist and says 'Don't stop...it feels good and honestly I'm too full to do it myself' Phil says, pulling the leaver on his recliner to site back. You're in a little bit of shock but the feeling in your pants makes you feel like you could blow at any second. You place your hand back on his belly and gentle rub it as Phil makes big sighs from being so full.
His belly is so firm with all that pizza and dessert in there, you don't want to press too hard on it. Just enough to make him feel more comfortable, so it can digest. All the while you try not to release in your pants. You look down at Phil's crotch, to try see if there was any hint of an erection, but there wasn't. He just genuinely seemed too lazy to do it himself. His white t-shirt kind of moved under your hand with each movement, Phil suddenly reached down and pulled it up to his chest. Showing off his belly, 'makes it easier for ya' Phil said, you just smiled and continued to rub his belly. You could tell that your fingers were sinking into it a bit, and his belly button looked so deep.
More images of Phil tied up being stuffed with foods, was flooding your brain as you rubbed at his belly and noticed how content he was. That's when you heard Phil's breathing become more relaxed, as you noticed he had fallen asleep. You rubbed it gently for a few minutes more, but he didn't wake up. You pull your hand away and leave him in his recliner.
You rush up to your room, and begin to rub your member harder and harder. It doesn't take long for you to release, from the nights build up. 'Oh god...I shouldn't have done that...I shouldn't have done that' you say to yourself, as you grab some tissues to clean up. Feeling exhausted from that had happened, you rush to the bathroom, brush your teeth and just jump into bed. As you come out of the bathroom, you notice the lights are still on downstairs. So Phil must still be down there, you take one final peak to see his shirt is still pulled up, and you head to your room.
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