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It was an average night in the West-Thompson’s California mansion. Tara had just enjoyed an amazing Bugatti ride with hubby around Calabasas, Malibu, Supervore, Venice Beach and other LA sights. TJ decided to spend a night out with the boys, so the privileged pampered quadrillionaire mother and wife decided to hop into her PJs and knock out to some mindless reality TV in her gigantic bed. But television without snacks was blaspheme in her home, so Tara summoned a maid to the master bedroom via her customized one-touch phone app. Her staff was depressingly familiar with their obese wealthy dictator’s impatience, so they almost operated as robots at this point. The poor bony girl was at the walrus’ side within seconds, aware that she could be consumed and subsequently forgotten by everyone. After all, nobody would dare accuse such a well-regarded publicly beloved LA actress of swallowing her own residential staff for fun, so the servant would essentially be deemed missing forever. “Yes, Mrs. West-Thomps-” “I’m still hungry after my meal with T-Bone.” Tara rudely cut off her maid, not even slightly diverting her attention from her stupid show as she shamelessly caressed the sides of her exposed stomach to keep the hunger pangs at bay. “I could use some milk and cookies before my beauty sleep. Make sure they’re extra crispy but soft in the middle. And not too hot, and put extra sugar and cream in the milk. And while you’re at it, extra sugar on the cookies too. With rainbow sprinkles.” The spoiled rotten mother absentmindedly rattled off, periodically giggling at her TLC program. “And put them on my favorite little rose gold plate. Oooh, and make sure they’re arranged in a heart shape. And make it snappy.” Tara said, literally snapping her fingers at her employee like a dog. “Thank youuu~” “Yes, Mrs. West-Thompson.” The maid, answered behind gritted teeth as she left the massive mommy to laugh and snort away at her show in peace. Within the minute the maid was back, getting a lot of help from the 24/7 cooking staff who never messed around with Tara’s time. Not only were the cookies arranged just the way Mrs. West-Thompson liked but they were stacked at least five or seven cookies high across the entirety of the heart. “Oooh you were fast, string bean.” The brunette bimbo teased, opening her mouth expectantly. The maid, dead on the inside but as bright as could be for her queen, slowly fed Tara everything off the plate. Easily over 70 or 80 cookies were painstakingly placed in the fat celebrity mother’s mouth so she could thoroughly enjoy every last one. Not to mention it was always fun toying with her servant’s dignity, knowing they couldn’t do anything about it not matter how far she pushed them. Once she was finally done, Tara carelessly unleashed a satisfied salivating belch in the maid’s face and began to feel herself dozing off. “Mmm… that was delightful.” The tyrannical tabby cat purred, licking the residual crumbs and milk droplets from her juicy yellow lips as she made a show of massaging her overfed belly with both hands. The diamond buttons on her yellow moneymama pajama top were beginning to strain, along with her waistband of her pink panties. “Nothing like milk and cookies before bed. Hiccurrp! Ooh, s’cuse me.” Tara smiled, a dainty hand to her mouth. “I’m glad you enjoyed, Miss.” The maid smiled nervously, knowing nothing was ever stable around the monstrous mother. “You did such a good job. BURRRRRRPPPPP!! Which makes me feel reeeeeally bad about doing this…” Without warning, Tara had her mouth around the servant girl’s head. In seconds, the mother was on her back on the bed, sporting a humongous squirming gurling tummy. “BUURRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!! Nowwwwww I’m ready for my catnap~!” Tara smiled, pulling her diamond embroidered sleep mask down over her eyes. “Nothing personal, just my bedtime ritual.” The gluttonous mother halfheartedly apologized as she playfully massaged her wriggling prey through a thick layer of digestive sludge and belly fat. “HURRRRRRRRRRAAAAPPPP!!! Oooh! Tasted you a little with that one.” Tara laughed, slapping the side of her gelatinous gut and sending her trapped bird sloshing against her slimy stomach walls. “BUUUUURRRRRRPPP!! Now please don’t wake me up with your squirming. I had a long day and I’m really sleepy.” Tara continued to rub her full belly as the maid struggled inside until she was dreaming of the fun day out she had just enjoyed. The last of the poor worker came in the form of her pink outfit, which the pompous pig-in-a-blanket respectfully released from her prisonous stomach with a giant burp. Nothing like a yummy maid to go with your milk and cookies before bed.

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It was an average night in the West-Thompson’s California mansion. Tara had just enjoyed an amazing Bugatti ride with hubby around Calabasas, Malibu, Supervore, Venice Beach and other LA sights. TJ decided to spend a night out with the boys, so the privileged pampered quadrillionaire mother and wife decided to hop into her PJs and knock out to some mindless reality TV in her gigantic bed. But television without snacks was blaspheme in her home, so Tara summoned a maid to the master bedroom via her customized one-touch phone app. Her staff was depressingly familiar with their obese wealthy dictator’s impatience, so they almost operated as robots at this point. The poor bony girl was at the walrus’ side within seconds, aware that she could be consumed and subsequently forgotten by everyone. After all, nobody would dare accuse such a well-regarded publicly beloved LA actress of swallowing her own residential staff for fun, so the servant would essentially be deemed missing forever. “Yes, Mrs. West-Thomps-” “I’m still hungry after my meal with T-Bone.” Tara rudely cut off her maid, not even slightly diverting her attention from her stupid show as she shamelessly caressed the sides of her exposed stomach to keep the hunger pangs at bay. “I could use some milk and cookies before my beauty sleep. Make sure they’re extra crispy but soft in the middle. And not too hot, and put extra sugar and cream in the milk. And while you’re at it, extra sugar on the cookies too. With rainbow sprinkles.” The spoiled rotten mother absentmindedly rattled off, periodically giggling at her TLC program. “And put them on my favorite little rose gold plate. Oooh, and make sure they’re arranged in a heart shape. And make it snappy.” Tara said, literally snapping her fingers at her employee like a dog. “Thank youuu~” “Yes, Mrs. West-Thompson.” The maid, answered behind gritted teeth as she left the massive mommy to laugh and snort away at her show in peace. Within the minute the maid was back, getting a lot of help from the 24/7 cooking staff who never messed around with Tara’s time. Not only were the cookies arranged just the way Mrs. West-Thompson liked but they were stacked at least five or seven cookies high across the entirety of the heart. “Oooh you were fast, string bean.” The brunette bimbo teased, opening her mouth expectantly. The maid, dead on the inside but as bright as could be for her queen, slowly fed Tara everything off the plate. Easily over 70 or 80 cookies were painstakingly placed in the fat celebrity mother’s mouth so she could thoroughly enjoy every last one. Not to mention it was always fun toying with her servant’s dignity, knowing they couldn’t do anything about it not matter how far she pushed them. Once she was finally done, Tara carelessly unleashed a satisfied salivating belch in the maid’s face and began to feel herself dozing off. “Mmm… that was delightful.” The tyrannical tabby cat purred, licking the residual crumbs and milk droplets from her juicy yellow lips as she made a show of massaging her overfed belly with both hands. The diamond buttons on her yellow moneymama pajama top were beginning to strain, along with her waistband of her pink panties. “Nothing like milk and cookies before bed. Hiccurrp! Ooh, s’cuse me.” Tara smiled, a dainty hand to her mouth. “I’m glad you enjoyed, Miss.” The maid smiled nervously, knowing nothing was ever stable around the monstrous mother. “You did such a good job. BURRRRRRPPPPP!! Which makes me feel reeeeeally bad about doing this…” Without warning, Tara had her mouth around the servant girl’s head. In seconds, the mother was on her back on the bed, sporting a humongous squirming gurling tummy. “BUURRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!! Nowwwwww I’m ready for my catnap~!” Tara smiled, pulling her diamond embroidered sleep mask down over her eyes. “Nothing personal, just my bedtime ritual.” The gluttonous mother halfheartedly apologized as she playfully massaged her wriggling prey through a thick layer of digestive sludge and belly fat. “HURRRRRRRRRRAAAAPPPP!!! Oooh! Tasted you a little with that one.” Tara laughed, slapping the side of her gelatinous gut and sending her trapped bird sloshing against her slimy stomach walls. “BUUUUURRRRRRPPP!! Now please don’t wake me up with your squirming. I had a long day and I’m really sleepy.” Tara continued to rub her full belly as the maid struggled inside until she was dreaming of the fun day out she had just enjoyed. The last of the poor worker came in the form of her pink outfit, which the pompous pig-in-a-blanket respectfully released from her prisonous stomach with a giant burp. Nothing like a yummy maid to go with your milk and cookies before bed.