Ron Stoppable was a very nervous boy. He was a happy boy but very nervous. He was happy because his eternal best friend, the amazing Kim Possible, had agreed to take his virginity. Ron was also nervous because it turned out that Kim had some freaky fetishes. Evidently she had a strong taste for fat men and got the greatest turn on from stuffing men like forcefed turkies.
And Ron was her turkey.
"Uh, K.P." he tried to protest before an entire taco was forced into his mouth.
"Ron," Kim chided playfully. "What did your parents say about eating with your mouth full of food?" The teen superhero was currently clad in a scant bikini which hardly concealed a thing. Her budding teenaged breasts were on the brink of popping out and her bottom was one milimeter away from showing all.
Ron gagged and tried to chew the delectable taco; overloaded with sour cream, gooey cheese (four different kinds) and nearly all of his favorite taco fillings. Ron swallowed the taco in nearly one gulp, his throat aching in the process. Gasping for breath, Ron didn't catch a break as another taco went into his piehole. His will to resist was severely weakened when Kim put a hand down on his abs and started to rub it.
"Oh Ron," she pouted in a way that totally destroyed Ron's not amazing willpower. "Don't you want to make me happy."
Chewing the tao best as he could, Ron felt little Ron give a salute in his boxer shorts, his only clothing.
Like an obedient dog, Ron swallowed the taco to make way for the next and the next and the next and the next. Ron's belly struggled to keep up with Kim's need to fill him. Bit by bit it stretched out more and more. First it was just a bit of a bulge, turning from a concave to an arc. Then it grew a bit more so it looked like he was puffing himself out.
Ron started to groan, the pain in his belly was growing and only Kim's gentle hands rubbing the growing mass convinced him to stay and gorge himself more.
Kim lost count of the number of tacos she fed ron. By now he was definitely a few pant sizes bigger than when he started. The round dome of Ron's gut was rock hard; stuffed to the brim with food. Rom groaned and panted, the mere act of breathing sent agony through his tortured belly. Stretchmarks were already forming starkly compared to his pale, freckled skin.
Kim grinned as she massaged Ron's belly for him. If they kept this up every night, in no time Ron would be her own private whale.
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