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Part 20 of fat fucking cookies
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2025-05-14
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record scratch, freeze frame

Summary:

not a good idea to take everything your suspiciously ominous red glowing boyfriend says at face value

Notes:

for Anonymous_Admirer!!! sorry it took so damn long, writers block was beating me over the head with a metal pipe

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Purple Yam could hardly understand how he got here. His mind was cottony and his thoughts were whispy as he felt soft, sticky matter be pressed against his tacky lips. He mindlessly opened his mouth, chewing numbly as whatever it was stuffed itself further in. He couldn't tell how long he'd been chugging along through this routine, the sky above seemed forever dusky and mauve. His breath was labored and thin, wheezing as he swallowed his bite and tried taking a deep breath. A dull pang smarted from somewhere in his gut, making him quitely grunt in discomfort. From somewhere beyond his line of sight, a gentle pressure laid itself on some part of his stomach and massaged. A tender rub accompanied by a rumbly, "Awake?"

The face above Purple Yam was handsome - defined cheekbones and ruby eyes with long pale lashes. Vaguely, he knew who it was. It was his employer, a rogue cookie who'd hired him for a simple escort job. If he'd had anything better to do with his time, he would've refused the job. But he was desperately in need of coin and nobody in that village was looking to hire, so Purple Yam had jumped at the offer. Why look a gift horse in the mouth? But he didn't expect it to come to this.

Ego stroked with carefully chosen words, taunting and teasing to stoke his competitiveness, all of it leading to him huffing and puffing without even lifting a finger, exhausted just from breathing. He only had the energy to stare up at those glittering red eyes, swallowing thickly. They squinted, mirth dancing in those beguiling recesses. He wanted to say something, maybe berate the hand gently stuffing his face with assorted jellies, but he could only muster a muffled groan around a mouthful of food. Dark Choco found it quite cute.

"Quite the glutton you are," he purred while fondling Purple Yam's fat padded jaw and double chin. "Gorging yourself even while asleep." Purple Yam moaned around another jelly stuffed in his mouth, barely having swallowed his previous bite. Dark Choco scoffed to himself, letting his hand travel down to the heavy tit resting against the swell of Purple Yam's filled to bursting gut. The hefty cookie could only gasp and wheeze in between domineering handfuls, brows furrowing but not fighting against Dark Choco.

"Really, you're quite useless now. Look at you! Couldn't even swing your mace if you wanted to. And I pay you for this." Somewhere in the sweaty recesses of Purple Yam's doughy fatpad, his dick twitched and the obese cookie couldn't help moaning and trying to reach for it, impeded by mass of his stomach that he could only jiggle weakly. His arms were so tired from just that that he couldn't muster anything more than giving up, letting his fat, dimpled hands rest on the roll propping up his cowish breasts sticky with juice and crumbs.

"Lazy thing," Dark Choco chided half heartedly, wiping the tacky juices on his hand directly on Purple Yam's awaiting tongue. The ruby red gem of the sword laying to the side flickered and the glow of Dark Choco's eyes dimmed for a second. His gaze was pulled back to the huffing jelly beast sized cookie resting on his lap, looking as beached as ever. The forsaken prince let out a long suffering sigh before nudging the sword with his foot.

"You need to stop doing this to potential allies. Can't very well fight if they can't move." The sword simply flickered rhythmically as if laughing before the gem's light intensified in strength again. Somewhere deep down, Dark Choco felt a twinge of pity before it was drowned out by the gnawing need to feed. Again.

Notes:

sorry if this is dookie caca poopoo balls im so rusty

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