Primrose sat at the dinner table, enjoying her lunchtime "feast" provided by her loving, doting parents. The six-year-old girl had just graduated kindergarten, but she was anything but normal. The "little" girl was massively obese, coming in at 220 pounds but at an average height of three feet, six inches. Her parents loved nothing more than to spoil their baby since birth with whatever she could ask for. When she wanted more food, she got food. When she wanted toys, she got toys. When she wanted to play, she got to play. Mostly though she wanted food. Her parents' hearts melted everytime they saw their daughter squish her chubby cheeks in a smile and kick her fat little legs when indulging herself on their home-cooked meals. For her it was so good that she wanted to taste more even past the point of being full.
However, little Primrose was changing. To say she was getting less interested in food is an incorrect simplification. No, for her, food was giving her a brand new feeling. She noticed now that when her belly was full and she still continued to stuff it, there was a special wet feeling between her legs. The first several times she thought she had to pee, but that clearly wasn't it. It was annoying, but cozy, sensitive, but deep. When she or someone else rubbed her overfilled tummy, it was no longer simple relief from pain that made her moan, because that never made her legs wiggle and rub together. No, little Primrose had already developed a fetish for being fat and stuffed, and it was growing larger.
Primrose was struggling to finish her fourth plate of turkey and stuffing. Her lap-filling belly gurgled in pain but underneath it and between her squished-together legs her crotch was leaking and tingling in pleasure. Her thin shirt had ridden its way up her fatty, pre-developing breasts, but the girl was determined to finish it. She knew she could too, having lost the ability to spit up her food from her greedy milk stuffings as a baby.
More and more, fuller and tighter, hotter and wetter. The girl was as read and sweaty in her face as she was in her panties. Her parents were watching her with concern, but they knew the girl was addicted to pleasure and she would stop when she wanted to; their confusion was about how this could be pleasurable to the little girl. Little did they know.
Now heavily stuffed and bloated, Primrose finally finished her last plate. This was getting to be too much. She had to find relief for her crotch somehow, but who could she ask?
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