Really horny and frantically typing so forgive me for run-ons and typosā¦
Recently obsessed with the idea of taking her to the county fair and dragging her overfed, overspoiled, and overweight body from stall to stall, making her waddle heavier and slower with every single stop. First itāll be the deep fried oreos, then the funnel cake piled high with powdered sugar, then the corn dogs and the fried cheese, after that the chicken wings dripping with grease, and with each bite her belly getting tighter, her thighs rub closer together, her breathing gets a little more labored and itās starting to be a genuine question of whether she can make it back to the car on her own two feet. People will start to glance our way, watching this waddling blob struggle from one booth to the next, and sheāll feel their eyes on her taking in every little ounce of lard the same way sheās inhaling every bite and sheāll feel a flush creeping up her neck, settling into a permanent blush that stays there the whole night like sheās completely drunk and subdued by the ecstasy of it all~
By the fourth stall Iāll have her in a flow state, a beautiful trance where her mouth just opens and her jaw just works and she swallows whatever I put in front of her without thinking, without hesitating, without even processing how full sheās getting. Sheāll know her only job is to keep eating and keep waddling and keep trying not to let the sheer weight of her own growing, stuffed body get her off too soon in front of all these strangers. But Iāll see it, the little shivers when her belly bumps against a table, the sharp breaths when she feels how hard it is to get moving after standing stillā¦ how excitingly impossible it feels to get up off her ass when sheās done gorging at a picnic table like sheās gained 100 pounds since we walked in~
And the last stop wonāt even be for food, I āll waddle her to the pig barn where theyāre judging the prize hogs, and Iāll make her stand in front of all the farmers and their families while sheās double fisting two giant soft serve cones, one in each hand, dripping down her wrists and onto a massive gut she canāt even hope to see past anymore. Sheāll be so perfect for showing off~ hands full, belly full, willpower ruined, her mind gone, crushed under so much gluttony that she canāt form a single thought that isnāt about the ice cream sliding down her throat. And while sheās standing there, shoveling and swallowing and making a mess of herself, Iāll reach under her heavy belly and pin a blue ribbon right on the underside where she canāt even see it, but everyone else can, and their looks alone will get her off because she knows sheās the real prize piggy of this fairā¦. and next year sheāll be competing against the cows in weight <3
