Mikayla's Paradise

You keep coming back to the idea of being a fat cow. You want to be straddled and force fed. You want to be milked and groped. You need someone to get off to your fat. You can’t escape feedism. You will always crave the endless pleasure that comes with it.✨

i want to come home after work and find him on the couch absolutely stuffed to his limit, panting and moaning as he cradles his massive gut, but who still begs me to funnel him full of heavy cream. to weigh him at the end of every week and be shocked seeing how he's gained a minimum of 10 pounds in just a few days. i want to wake up at 2 am and find him standing in the kitchen devouring an entire carton of ice cream like he hasn't eaten in days (even though he'd just finished off a family-sized meal a few hours ago). i want him to be fattening up so fast even i'm getting concerned. i'll have to start ordering all his new clothes at least 2 sizes bigger so they'll still fit by next month. to watch him switch to working from home for the sole purpose of being able to spend every waking second stuffing his face and becoming more and more of a massively obese hog.

I NEED to grow, I NEED to be massive.

Getting a tattoo that says pig/cow or something similar on your fupa/upper thigh and waiting for it to be fully covered by your growing belly is hot..

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