Lazy, hungry, slob

Go to bed stuffed. Wake up starving.

The one thing missing from my bath is a human whos far too big to fit in the tub sitting next to me. Feeding me snacks while I soak.

Got 2 open ych's!! dm me for either

Finished like the samples bellow

it's humiliating just how obese i look when im laying down getting fucked, my gut spilling out on either side, rolls hanging down to the bed, fat pushing up against my boyfriend's stomach, my stretch marked covered fupa jiggling with the rest of me 😵‍💫😵‍💫

This kind of help after a big meal is exactly what I need

Of course id never stop them from getting encouragement, teasing, or donations from elsewhere... but the back of my mind always goes 'Dont forget who you always run back to. Who holds your leash.'

Like i just wanna yank them back, and force feed them so they remember who they really belong to.

I ate 28 fucking tacos… wtf how do I keep eating fucking more of them. I felt like I was capped at 27 last week and this week I just ask for even more. Even more on top of an already insane amount of tacos 😩

You would not believe how distended my belly looked in that booth, bulging out and under the table. It’s crazy that I can sit down with my stomach not under it, but by the time I finish my massive tacos meals my gut is literally bulging out underneath the table. There’s no hiding it where I’m shoveling all those things down 🥵

I also walked around an arcade for a bit after, cause it helps to digest all that fucking food. But I think I looked like I had a fat gut after the tacos. It just sticks out so far in front of me once I’m done pigging out 😮‍💨

Fuck I’m actually a little nervous I’m gonna hit 30. Like I can’t really do that right? Like 30 fucking tacos in one meal? All stuffed in my fat tank gut at one time?? Like that’s not gonna happen right? Look at the size of them, 30 of those?! Can a fat gut even hold that many? Plus my gluttonous porker appetite makes this a 1 dollar taco night and STILL spending over 30 fucking dollars minimum there. Even with a cheap food deals I just ramp it to up to make it the cost of 1 normal meal still 😩

At least I still have to hit 29 (and hope that I seriously get too jam packed to be hog and blow through it to 30) so maybe I won’t end up gorging on an obscene amount of tacos to concerning degree.

I seriously feel massive after that too, my sides are bulging out more than they ever have and my gut sounds completely different when I slap it. I can feel myself ballooning up from all this nonstop gorging. 🥵

All because I can’t fucking stop myself from porking out. These food deals just brag about how much food you can get but they don’t realize I have to try really hard to turn that hose off once it’s on. I’ll just keep wanting more and more and more and just fuck keep that food coming nonstop until I’m beached and can’t breathe properly.

I need to just keep being served and pushed on me to keep eating until I’m literally begging for it to stop. That’s the only way I’m gonna learn my lesson, the only way I’ll possibly learn that I can’t just say I want more forever. I need to finally just blab how I’m too full and too stuffed to go on, just to have more dinner shoved right in my fat mouth anyways. I need to be made to regret ever wanting to be that gluttonous. Only so I can end up doing it again next time 😩

Mmm, I absolutely love that pathetic, desperate face you make when you’re on your knees begging me to let you cum. It’s so fucking funny and satisfying watching you completely unravel — a helplessly obese, unhealthy pig getting fatter and more disgusting with every passing day, while I keep getting sexier, tighter, glowing, and healthier with every single breath I take.

Look at you… your belly hanging lower and lower every day, your tits as big as your head, and that fat ass so massive it can’t even be contained anymore. When was the last time you saw your own feet? When was the last time you went out for a walk? Ate a salad? Drank water instead of milk or fucking soda? When was the last time you actually did something for yourself? Oh, you can’t even remember, can you?

Now now, don’t get all teary on me, pig. You could stop if you really wanted to… but you don’t. You keep gorging yourself. You keep begging me for help. You know you love this. You love what I’m turning you into. You love how I make you feel. You love that I make your pathetic life easier, don’t you?

I’m reclaiming my life and thriving while you’re slowly losing yours, sinking deeper into your own filthy ruin. I’m everything you’ll never be. And you’re exactly what I love to break and destroy.

So if you really want my hand sliding down between your legs to tease that desperate, aching mess, you’d better keep shoveling that butter down your throat like the greedy, pathetic pig you are. Stuff yourself fatter, sloppier, and more repulsive for me. I want to watch you get worse while I only get hotter.

Keep ruining yourself for me, baby… and maybe — just maybe — I’ll play with my broken little toy.