Styles an Styles

I desperately want my life to be ruined by other people. I wanna be forced to be an obedient pig and do disgusting acts just because it’s requested from me.

I love being forced to be a slob. One enabler of mine told me to smear grease on my face and I did it. And I fucking loved it. It felt so fucking incredible to be that disgusting.

I want to be as gross as my enablers want me to be~ I wanna lose my humanity to my need to be a fucking slob~

Your body a playground of soft fat. You try to move but you’re weighed down by your immense girth. Any clothes you’ve had are long since too small. Just a mindless blob of your former self, completely helpless. Deep down though, you love it.

Every extra inch is a turn on, every bite makes you need more. Not want, a need. A primal urge to grow larger.

Picture your body fill out as it makes room for all the fattening food you’ll consume. Your arms; like custard pillows, barely able to lift, unable to feed yourself. Your boobs; so swollen and sagging no bra could ever hold them, at least, not for long. Your legs; completely encased in lard and blown up to the size of holiday hams. Not that you do much walking anymore. Your butt; massive. Round and dimpled from all the excess cellulite packed in it. Your vagina; inaccessible. You try to reach but there’s too much in the way. Encased in a thick padding, your fupa takes up handfuls. Your belly; a cascading waterfall of beautiful fat. Always slightly taught from the amount of food you shovel in. Stretch marks throughout, always growing larger.

Any movement you make now sends a wave of jiggles through your entire body. You know there is no going back, not that you would. A body truly made for pleasure.

I desperately want to help you reach this. Becoming the beautiful pampered cow you’re meant to be.

This is what came to mind when i read that 🥴

Watching her bend over, seeing how embarrassingly far her gut hangs. Those tense moments when she pathetically tries to stand up. Walking is a disaster waiting to happen. Legs barely able to kick forward. Hearing the panicked breathing. I can't carry her, I can't stop her from falling. An arm of support? As if that does anything?

Then waiting for her breathing to steady. Sitting in silence next to her, waiting for the gasping to stop. It's awkward. She can't speak yet, and she can't even process what I say. Always that fear that this is the time when she can't catch her breath, the time when you have to call that number.

It's no better from her viewpoint. Wishing and wishing her favorite features won't be the ones that stop her from independence. Not this soon. Legs that get too fat to lift, bend, or walk without slipping once the waddling gets too dramatic. A belly that keeps spreading further and further out. Too far to reach past. Too heavy to carry, to adjust. Imagine being unable to reach out for help because no support can come close enough to your hands? Or maybe it's your chest. Your arms. So heavy. Smothering. Holding you down. Unable to clasp your hands together.

She moans through a mouthful of food. Days go by where we ignore the problem. Other days, there's open concern. That number on the scale is getting higher than the ones you see on TV. We planned to get this far, we learned how to become more and more extreme. We never considered it would keep going.

The addiction is too engrained. I don't know how to stop bringing food. I have forgotten how to show affection, to become aroused, without the night ending with hand feeding you.

seeing them desperately try to keep it *relatively* PG so they can keep sharing their greed with their loyal fans without this godforsaken app taking it down 🙄

briefs stretched to the limit, deep ass cracks from fattened up cheeks spilling over the hem, over flowing love handles, bloated back rolls and stained with pre cum, right at the tip of their semi buried cocks- where they just can’t keep themselves from brushing up against as they uncontrollably push out disgusting belches followed by horny and needy whines. FUCK and when their belly hang brushes the top of their cock when they shift just right, trying to act non chalant as they rock back and forth, desperate for any ounce of friction allowed to be shown on camera.

panties, nearly bursting at the seams with thick thighs weighed down by the softest rolls. it looks almost like a thong, tucked so far up the fattest and sweetest pussies. round and soft asses, spilling out of each side, pillowy fat fucking everywhere you look. and god forbid they spread their legs for your eyes to be met with a damp (or glossy🤤) wet patch, right on the front of their over stretched underwear. smearing all of that sweet cum over the fabric from pressing their thighs together and grinding against whatever surface they’re resting against because they’d definitely get banned if they slipped those greedy chubby fingers beneath the waistband that’s threatening to snap, and plunge the thick digits into that wet heat in the way they so desperately want to.

horny pigs who need to show off how slobby they are, how big they’re getting, and how much they love every single second. i love when the pleasure is right in front of your face.

“i’m fucking horny, and i want you to know”