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I love the domestic side of pet play so much. Curling up next to me with your head in my lap and your collar on, nibbling on my hand and barking softly? Yes, please. More of that.

you, me, and some morbid (fucking) obesity.

It is SUCH a turn off for me as a 300+ lb person when thin people in feedist spaces gain 30 lbs and post pics with a caption like “look how huge I am” and “I’m such a fat greedy piggy.” Like congrats on the gain, you look great, but you’re not fat and you’re not huge.

i can't help but to fantasize you at your heaviest spralled out on the couch after a large stuffing with my hands on your growing body

oh yeah? oooof

Is it so wrong for me to want to ruin you in ways you can’t imagine? What’s so bad about wanting to expose you to sides of hedonism and gluttony deep within your soul that can’t be walked back on? Where’s the harm in permanently altering your body and everyday habits to make you unrecognizable to the person you once were both physically and personally? Am I supposed to NOT feed you to the point you’re a hiccuping mess and make everyday meals turn into opportunities for capacity training? Am I really so cruel if the only person who wants this more than myself is you? There might be something wrong with me, but if that’s true there is something much worse with you 🖤

Go ahead. Be my guest.

Can I itch it?

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