Big Modi

Being too fat, too heavy, too large to even move? My God, I wouldn't be able to keep my eyes or hands off of you.

Isn't immobility through morbid obesity the ultimate BDSM experience?

It's like being tied down, but instead of ropes and handcuffs restricting you... it's your actual size. It's permanent.

You can't just be untied after cumming. You'd still be trapped. You'd still be too fat to move.

You know how out of breath you get when you’re really stuffing yourself, pig? How your fat belly presses against your lungs and makes every breath a struggle? That’s what I want for you. I want you wheezing with every bite, fighting to cram more into your greedy mouth even when you can barely breathe. Your stomach aching, pushing out so far that it looks like it might burst, but you keep eating because that’s what you’re meant to do—get fatter.

Here’s what you’re going to do next, pig. You're going to prepare yourself for another round of stuffing. Fill your trough with the fattiest, most calorie-loaded slop you can find, and then I want you to gorge yourself like the greedy hog you are. I want you to eat and eat, past the point of fullness, past the point of pain, until you can feel your fat cells swelling with every mouthful, until you’re completely out of breath and all you can think about is more blubber covering your body.

Your belly’s going to grow, pig. It’s going to swell up, hanging lower and heavier, and I want you to feel it jiggle with every step. I want your fat rolls to sag even more, stretching your skin to its limits until fresh stretchmarks form to mark how much you’ve stuffed yourself. You’re going to grow bigger, softer, fatter—exactly like you’re supposed to.