chunky

stuffing in jeans is soooo… you have to undo the button and unzip almost immediately as you start to eat, with a sigh of relief and a few burps, freed from the soft gut now spilling out onto your lap. you’re still aware of the friction on your hips and thighs, that tight, snug feeling. denim just doesn’t have enough give. you keep eating, and pretty soon even the pull of the opened zipper is digging into your soft underbelly, cold and sharp, forcing you to wiggle your jeans further down your hips, exposing your underwear. maybe you discard them completely as you continue to eat, but not without the nagging thought at the back of your mind that soon you won’t be able to button those jeans ever again.

I wanna tie you up and stick a tube in your mouth that pumps you full of the most fattening stuff imaginable day in and day out. Every day spent with you struggling and heaving from the sheer mass inside you as your gut grows and expands, your legs becoming flabby and chins sprouting that wobble as you suck it all down. I want to watch you go from fighting to accepting to desperate for it to continue, for you to grow fatter and fatter as the chair I placed you in cracks and breaks under your wide ass. And the feeling of your body jiggling all over makes you cum harder than you ever have before. Fat, horny and mindless, totally ruined by me and loving every second of it.