Immobile
CW: Intox
"I...oh god...I - I can't move..."
I've really done it this time. My stomach heaves in front of me and touches the floor, sagging down between my thickened thighs. In front of me lies 2 empty pizza boxes, the remnants of the last cheesecake I forced into my mouth and 5 empty cups, all dripping with the last bits of that creamy milkshake you handmade for me. 'All to support my precious little piglet', you've said. Trying to sit up just a little more is futile, I'm just too full...
"Awh baby, are you struggling to move? Goodness, you've really pushed yourself tonight for me haven't you..."
Even with the lightest touch, his fingers can sink into an immense amount of flesh that's been shaped by countless acts of sheer gluttony and with no signs of slowing down. Despite how bloated I am, despite the alarming amount of food that I've managed to consume tonight and every night before...I need to keep going. I just need to get a little more comfortable is all...
"Don't worry sweetheart, you can get much more comfortable just as soon as you finished this next order okay? Here, smoke another joint,...there we go, feeling better? Good, good...that's it, that's my good piggy..."
