Growing Gluttonous House Piggy
I want to watch you slowly dissolve into the soft, heavy luxury of total indulgence, transforming you into my sweet, insatiable little glutton. I want to render your old self unrecognizable, turning what you once thought was your "after" body into merely the starting point of something far softer, rounder, and infinitely more delicious.
Imagine spending your days suspended in a state of warm, lazy surrender. Youâll sit exactly where I leave you, cocooned in cushions, your soft skin sighing against the fabric as you gorge yourself on an endless parade of rich, salty snacks and sugary treats. The only rhythm to your day will be the slow, heavy padding of your bare feet to the fridge and back, your body growing a little softer, a little heavier with every single trip.
Your entire world will shrink down to the pure, physical pleasure of consumption and anticipation. Youâll wait, heavy and warm, listening for the sound of my key in the lock, knowing Iâm returning to you with bags of hot, glistening fast food.
I want to sit over you, feeling the heat radiating from your stretching, pampered body as I feed you piece by piece. And when you think you canât possibly take another bite, Iâll gently part your sweet, sticky lips to place the funnel against them. I want to watch your throat work in thick, helpless swallows as a velvety, decadent chocolate cake shake flows down, filling you to the very brim.
I want to watch you completely let goâto feel the exquisite thrill of surrendering every ambition, every worry, and every bit of control to the pure, physical destiny of growing larger for me. You were meant to be soft, heavy, and utterly consumed by pleasure. Let me help you become the magnificent, gluttonous masterpiece you were always meant to be.
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