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It’s not my fault that I’m getting so big from overeating. It feels so good to have my belly full, round, and distended. I love that my belly jiggles when I walk, and everything just tastes so good. If it’s not good for me, then why does it feel so good for me?

Fuckkk I’m so easy to ruin. All it takes is offering me food and asking me nicely if I try to refuse. Get me started on just a little and push me farther once I’m already going. Squeeze me, play with me, it’s all yours anyways. Tell me how good I’m doing and how you can’t wait to see me getting even bigger for you, growing from your hands. Grab me by the double chin and make me open up wide for you. I’ll do anything for you, and you’d do anything just to ruin me. Sounds like a fair trade, right?