Kinda obsessed with things getting round

Loba's plump tangarine lips curled into a cruel smile as she listened to the sounds of her "lunch" digesting, and pleading not to become padding on her big butt. Her huge tum a sloshing, wobbling, mostly spherical dome hanging off her middle, and slapping and rocking against her thighs as it hung to her knees, the joints thumping into the back of it with each step as she crossed from the living room to her bedroom. She tossed your bag, and phone in the trash on her way past the kitchen: you wouldn't be using it when you were wobbling as nothing but fat on her body. "You're softening up nicely in there...." Loba teases. Grabbing her overstuffed, well padded pants, she gives her growing butt a shake: "And so am I, thanks to you~" The thief gives her pretty fingers a kiss, and touches them to the lump she thinks is your forehead. Or your elbow. Or what's left of your ass. It's hard to tell. Her belly is so round now. There must not be much left of you that isn't ready to become more fat on her ass. She picks up her tum, just to feel the stuffed heft of soup, dropping it so hard against her thighs, it knocks something loose. It pushes up her chest, out her throat. "Bwaooaoorrrp-mmmmmmm" Her loud errucation becomes a moan of delight. she strokes her throat remembering how fiesty you were going down. She gently gropes her belly grabbing thick squeezes of either size like hamburgurs of fat. "For what it's worth, you were delicious. And if it turns you on...you're going to make me very fat.~" You let out one feeble, last kick. "No? Well. Too Bad." The thief purrs, plopping onto her bed, and pushing hard against her massive tum, feeling the pressure tease against her crotch as she shuffles to spread her thick thighs as wide as she can. Her fat booty creaking and bouncing on the springs of the mattress. "...because it turns me on."