I'm stuck now. What you've done to me is unspeakable yet I can't stop. Sucking, moaning, and burping is all I am capable of now. My wildest dreams have come to life except my life is dwindling. I know it is.
My only purpose is to consume. You hold value in me only when I'm fattening up for higher the numbers the more you admire me you. The and I absolutely cannot let those numbers decrease. Stuck in a haze, belly constantly taut, and body practically useless, I am at your mercy.
You roll me over to examine me daily to make sure I am becoming what you want me to be. An extremely overfed blob of a human. My goal is to break records and that's what you intend to do with me. My corpulence fuels your desires. You wobble my rotund gut and play with my thick lard encased thighs, spreading them to find the sweet spot.
Every day is nearly the same now besides how fucking fat I've grown and the meals you force inside of me. Disgustingly greasy slop, carbs,and buckets of melted ice cream all pumped into my overworked stomach. Indigestion is daily and normal now. You just roll my flabby gut around to try and ease the pain and gurgling. I know you get off on my suffering though. As long as I am full, fucked, and admired will let you do anything to me.
You know exactly how to manipulate me. Whispering into my ear all of the things you're going to put inside of me for the day, every day. Rubbing me when my belly is fit to burst so I can only cum when I am filled. This is how I've gotten so big. So heavy. So addicted.
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