The fatter I get the more I want to eat, the more I eat, the more my man enjoys feeding me and watching me eat. The fatter I get, the more I can eat, the longer our meals become, the more I eat with less clothes on, the more we both want to play with my huge, growing fat body as I eat.
The fatter and bigger I get, the slower I move, the more I enjoy the feeling of my own fat body. The fatter I get, the more out of breath I am, the less I can reach, the more help I need with everything. The more my man enjoys helping me and enabling my gaining and encouraging my obesity. The fatter I get the harder it is to roll out of bed, or get to my feet.
The fatter I get the more I fill out my clothes and the more often we have to go shopping for bigger shirts and special order 4, 5, 6XL pants and shorts. The fatter I get, the more my man enjoys stretching a huge waistband band round me and pulling an enormous shirt down over my expansive fat belly. The fatter I get the tighter spaces become, the more I have to squeeze myself into booths, doors and cars. The fatter I get the bigger and wider everything needs to be to accommodate my growing fat body. The fatter I get the more my man and I take pride in my huge sexy fat body, my gaining and growth, the enormous fat man I am becoming, all the things I am out growing and becoming too big and fat for.
The fatter I get the more rolls and folds of blubber I have, the more my belly reaches out in front of me and the softer and more blubber filled my chest gets. The fatter I get the wider my ass gets and the thicker my thighs get, the deeper my cock gets buried in my own blubber. The fatter I get the more stretch marks I get, extra rolls of blubber appear and every inch of my body gets softer. The fatter I get the more my man and I stand in front of the mirror and feel me all over, admire my body, play with my thick heavy rolls, hug and squeeze my mountain of blubber, we both love every lb of my growing fat body and only want to see me grow bigger, never want to see me loose it.
The fatter I get the lazier I become, the harder my man has to work to get me off. The fatter I get, the more every inch of my huge fat body wobbles, jiggles and bounces when he does, the fatter I get the more time we spend in bed, the more he wants to play with me and the more sexual attention I need and get. The fatter I get the more my man wants to squeeze my rolls, bounce my belly, grab my fat ass. The fatter I get the heavier I become all over, the more we have to adjust the way we play and have sex to accommodate my growth. We change our regular positions so I have to shift my huge, fat body less, we lift my belly into place so it rests on top of him, we both break a sweat much easier and he has to heave and grunt as his muscles work against my flabby super-sized body. He assures me no matter how fat I get, the sex between us will only get better as I grow for both of us.
I fatter I get the more I realize I don’t just want to be fat, I want to be huge. The fatter I get, the more I rub my belly and wish it were bigger, admire my chest and want it bigger, softer flabbier, each time I notice a new roll of blubber on my body I want to grow it into even more. The fatter I get the more I admire how my body moves, how it wobbles, jiggles and bounces all over turns me on second to none, growing fatter makes me hungrier and hornier than ever before. I realise that desire can only be satisfied by eating more and gaining more and growing more. That is what I want and what I need.
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