January 2025 to June 2025:

Saw this and had to try my hand at recreating 🤗

Looking down at my body, at what Master has done to me. Absolutely, frighteningly obese, the rolls of my belly pushing my massive thighs apart. It's dripping with syrup and icing from my last kitty treat, and groaning with fullness. Master puts another sheet cake on my flabby belly, and I whine. Good girls eat. I'm so full.

I need to be a good girl.

Shovelling fistfuls of dessert slop down my throat, even though I'm so achingly full. I can barely wheeze, barely keep lifting my arms. But the praise Master gives as I eat is intoxicating. They keep dumping more on top of the cake... Whipped cream, donuts, entire bottles of chocolate syrup. Eventually he starts plopping entire butter sticks into the mess. Kitty's favorite...

I slurp up the chocolate drenched butter, too well trained to stop myself. It sits like a brick in my overfull gut, but I can't stop.

I need to be a good girl.

My entire gigantic belly churns and creaks and sloshes, pushed to it's limit even after Master has done so much to heighten it. They take over when my fat paws can't rise anymore, and I just go limp. Master will pack it all into me. Master will make sure I eat. I need to eat.