Tonight, for a myriad of reasons, I had to forgo dinner. However, my luck changed when I arrived home to find my chubby slave ready for his mealtime. I began with the most delectable portion, sinking my teeth into his soft, supple belly, biting down hard and leaving a vivid red mark. My hunger drove me to continue, moving on to his hips, and back to his belly once more. I bit and pulled, nearly tearing the flesh for my satisfaction. I even attempted to savor his hands, despite the lesser amount of meat, finding pleasure in biting his fingers and seeking out any morsel of flesh I could find. I returned to his abdomen for my final bites, as the poor slave writhed and screamed in discomfort. Although now marked with signs of my indulgence, he was fortunate that I was now satiated, and I silenced his cries with my foot.