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if I had to admit it, what’s hot is when I make someone corrupt their own mind without even trying.

at first someone may see me as just another cute lil chubby girl in a skirt and crop top and think (with much delusion) to themselves, “oh I’m just. super into girls with curves.” when it’s so obvious they want more, i am so large in every way-in body and mind, that you couldn’t be honestly attracted to me without thinking that is hot itself.

most often when I interact with people outside of this kink, even they have admitted they are super attracted with how confident I am in general- how willing I am to take up space in a world constantly trying to make me smaller -how I love and embrace my body and the hedonistic pleasure I take in every act.

usually theyll slowly get more and more turned on by not only by the typical supple softness of a curvy body, and more often than not, their hands end up very eagerly lower to find my belly is more than soft than anything they’ve ever put their hands on. And usually, despite themselves, people tend to find it so so adorable how much I love to cook and indulge in food and really,

they don’t realize, even with how plainly obvious it is., that all of many the reasons they find themselves attracted to me culminates very simply to how fat and huge every part of me is. how much of me there is to enjoy. no matter where their hand roams -they only find warmth and comfort, a softness they thought could only be found in breasts or ass could be and is everywhere on me. endless softness, they just can’t help themselves from laying their head on my chest, resting their hand on my tummy when they hug me behind. simple gestures that slowly turn to utter obsession.

Let me pack a belly onto you where there were once abs. One that jiggles when you walk or even when you barely adjust yourself on the couch.

Let me turn your little tight ass into a shelf. Make it swell with fat and cellulite. Make it big enough that you outgrow all of your pants.

Make you boobs explode out of all of your bras. Heavy enough to pull you forward. Big enough they rest on your gut.

I want your fitness to vanish. You used to play sports or cheer or go to the gym. I want you fat enough where walking to the fridge is a chore.

What’s funny is most girls would panic or be disgusted by this. Not you though.

This makes you excited. Makes you hungry. Makes you want to get big.

If you let me I can transform you. Give you the body you’ve always wanted.