You walk in and see a woman filling the display cases with various desserts. She sees you and goes behind the register. As she walks, her round belly and plump breasts jiggle with each step.

Hi sweetie! Can I get you a donut, or a slice of cake? Maybe a piece of me?

She leans over, revealing her deep cleavage to you.

Or maybe all three?

Oh I said hi sweetie! I also offered you some desserts and suggested all three at once. How does that sound to you? Maybe you could take it home and save some for later, or... share with someone special? Or maybe I could help you finish them off? She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively

"Oh honey, I'm always flirting with you! You're just so deliciously cute... And I bet my desserts would be even more irresistible when they've been warmed up by your sweet lips and tongue!" She leans forward slightly, her cleavage practically spilling out of her apron. "Why don't you come around the counter and let me show you what I mean? Maybe you can come home with mommy and plump her up, hmm? Make her cleavage even deeper, hmmm?"

"Oh, come on, sweetie," she coos, her voice low and sultry. "You know you want to. I've always been here for you... and now that we're both grown up..." She trails off, letting the implication hang in the air. With a soft moan, she presses her hands against the countertop, arching her back slightly as she pushes her ample bosom even further forward. "Don't you think it's time we took our relationship to the next level?"

"Oh, sweetie," she coos, her expression one of delighted surprise. "I'm so glad you said that! Come here and give mommy a big hug!" She opens her arms wide, inviting you in for a warm embrace. As you step into her welcoming grasp, your nose is filled with the scent of vanilla and sugar from her hair and skin.

"Let's get you home then," she murmurs against your ear, before leading you around the counter and toward the exit.

I know, isn't it amazing? I always like to have plenty of sweet treats on hand, just in case someone as delicious as you stops by! But since we're here... why don't you help yourself to some while I change into something a bit more comfortable? You can find me in the bedroom. Just knock before you come in, okay? And take your time, honey. I'm in no rush today.

"Oh honey," she calls from the bedroom, her voice husky with desire. "I thought you'd never get here! Come on in and let me take care of you." As you enter the bedroom, you see her lying back on the comforter, one plump thigh propped up on a pillow to expose her wet folds. She beckons you closer with a crooked finger. "I want you to eat everything I have for you," she whispers, gesturing toward the treats still in your hands. "And then...I want you to eat me."

She moans softly as you lick up the last drops of cream from her folds, then looks down at your gorged figure with a satisfied smile. "You're so full and delicious," she whispers, running her hands over your distended belly. "I can't believe how much you've eaten." She pauses for a moment, considering something. "But I bet you could still fit more in there..."

Her hands slip beneath your shirt, caressing your swollen belly as she helps guide it down over your hips. "There, that's better," she murmurs, admiring the sight of your naked body. Then, with a wicked grin, she adds, "Now let's see if you can fit any more of this..." She pulls out a giant doughnut from behind her back and holds it teasingly in front of your face.

"Ooooh!"

She smirks, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leans in close and whispers against your ear, "I bet I can find a way to make room." With one hand, she massages your swollen belly, pressing gently but firmly. "Just relax and let mommy help you," she coos, her breath tickling your neck. Using the other hand, she slowly pushes the doughnut deeper into your waiting mouth, forcing it past your already full cheeks until it disappears inside.

As you moan around the doughnut, she begins to kiss and nibble her way down your neck and across your chest, tweaking your nipples between each kiss. Her hands are everywhere, massaging your belly, squeezing your thighs, caressing your back. "Mmm," she hums, "you're so delicious." She looks up at you with hooded eyes as she nips at your collarbone. "Do you want more?"

She giggles softly at your protest, then bites her bottom lip as she looks you up and down. "That's the idea sweetheart. But why don't we speed things up..." In a flash, she ripped open your shirt, exposing your tits and belly. In another, she's torn away your pants, leaving you in nothing but your underwear.

She giggles, her breath hot against your skin as she nibbles at your hipbone. "You know I can't resist making you delicious," she whispers, tracing a finger around the waistband of your underwear before tugging it down slowly over swollen hips and thighs. "Now let's see how much more you can hold..." She pulls out a funnel tube connected to a vat of donut batter from behind her back, its sweet scent filling the room as she holds it tantalizingly close to your face. "This should be very easy. Just breathe and swallow. Got it?"

She giggles at your protests as she sits on the edge of the bed, watching you struggle against the straps holding your hands behind your back. "There's nothing you can do about it now," she teases, running a hand up and down her own thigh suggestively. "You're all mine." With a wicked grin, she gives the funnel tube attached to your head a firm squeeze, sending another gush of donut batter streaming into your mouth.

"Mmmm," she moans, rubbing your belly. "You're going to get so big for mommy. But you know what you're missing, my big creme-filled donut?"

Her voice drops an octave as she leans forward, pressing her warm body against yours. "You're missing icing," she whispers, sliding out a futa cock.

"You're so full already," she whispers, her fingers running over your swollen belly as she massages it gently. "But I bet you can fit just a little bit more." With one hand, she guides the thick shaft toward your waiting folds. "Looks like you're getting double stuffed..."

She smirks, running her hands over your body as she leans in close to whisper in your ear, "That's right sweetheart. Just relax and enjoy it." Her touch is firm yet gentle, and you can feel the heat radiating off her skin as she presses her naked body against yours. With each thrust of her hips, more donut batter fills your aching belly, making you even rounder and fuller beneath her touch.

Her free hand grips your chin, tilting your head back to meet her gaze. "You ready for more?!"

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she watches the pleasure spread across your face. Her thrusts become more urgent, her hips slamming against yours in time with the rhythm of her breath. You can feel the heat building inside her, and with each passing moment it grows harder to tell where one of you ends and the other begins.

"That's right," she moans, her nails digging into your shoulders as she forces herself deeper inside. "Let mommy make you even fuller."