kittygirl shennanigans imminent

You will keep rounding out, filling your clothes until they're stretched and tight. Until your average outfits feel like bondage. Until you can't reach over or under your tummy, because it just grew so much. Your butt firm and tight in your pants. Your chest plump and expanding.

Until you're a whimpering, needy mess. Until you're my spoiled little thing, for good. Until you look at me with your glazed pretty eyes, and ask to be fed even more. Because you know I will.

Like, “Homestuck is about a reality altering video game that comes about at the end of every world that, if beaten, allows the players to become gods of the next world. we follow four kids from our world who play it, the aliens from the previous game that made our world, and a ‘reboot’ game that comes about when ours fails.”

THEY ASK A FOLLOW-UP QUESTION:

I have a kink that doesn't exactly make me horny but it makes me melt, and I've had it for a long time -

In which I get to be appraised like a valuable item.

Like standing naked in front of someone, almost like objectification but praise based and not degradation, while they examine me from head to toe.

A kind of clinical worship.

Maybe even with gloves for good measure, that would make me throb a little actually lol.

But the comments are really where I'd just be putty in their hands.

Looking at every inch of my body and making genuine comments on it, like "My, what a pretty color. Beautiful curves..."

And then gently cupping like a handle of my ass and commenting on how it's got a wonderful shape and weight. Oh I'd need them to touch me like a piece of art, a statue. They could get as explicit as they wanted too, as long as it's genuine appraisal and positivity... spreading my pussy lips with their gloved fingers and commenting on how pretty it is, the color, the labia majora and minora, pulling back the hood of my clit to comment on that too.

Swiping their fingers over my vagina and rubbing the slick between their fingers to comment on their excitement at how I'm wet, and that that's "Good, very good...!"

As if I'm a machine functioning properly, or a cat that's allowing itself to be held with no issue.

Oh and the face and neck... I'd want them to look in my eyes with genuine admiration for whoever created me.

Brush my hair aside, pulling at my eye, feeling my lips, cupping my neck.

Etc etc... god, that'd but me in such a sub state I think. I'd let that person do anything to me. Kiss me anywhere, fuck me with their fingers, their cock, anything.

I'd be happy to give them whatever pleasure they wanted, as I'd feel they'd deserve it.

And I mean the type of addiction that manifests in cravings, in feeling uneasy, in a need to eat. The kind that even after they get it under control only takes one day of overeating to relapse~

The kind of addiction that starts with food being used to deal with their feelings, to reward themselves, to fight boredom and eventually leads to a need. The need to feel stuffed to be happy and aroused💕

My favorite thing is when they say they want to get it under control but then you offer them one bite of a burger while sitting on their lap and playing with their belly and… That is all it takes for them to start indulging again 😇

That means you get no say with what I do with it.

You don’t get to protest when I grab and play with it, groping at every plump, soft roll of fat.

You don’t have the right to complain when I use it as my own personal food disposal, just stuffing whatever treats I feel like into it, keeping you so utterly full that you can hardly breathe right.

You don’t do anything with it unless I tell you to, you don’t even get to so much as touch it without my say so.

Some nights I’ll fill it up so intensely and so immensely that it’ll leave you begging, vying for it to be touched. But you won’t get to, not until I let you.

And it’ll get bigger…

I’ll grow and fill it just to watch it grow, to watch it jut out more, to feel it get softer and softer.

And you get no choice in matter.