You want those stretch marks roaring across your skin like badges of gluttony.
You want that belly to swell and hang heavy, a soft, plush monument of your cravings.
You want your thighs to rub together with every waddle, whispering secrets of your growing obsession.
You want your own boobs to bloom full and heavy, begging to be touched, a new playground of your indulgence.
You want clothes to strain and split, buttons popping like fireworks as your body claims more space.
You want the ache of fullness after a binge, that delicious pressure begging for just one more bite.
You want to feel your breath shorten, your heart race from the sheer weight of it all, turning every movement into a seductive struggle.
You want the raw thrill of it all, squeezing behind your steering wheel, flesh pressing tight, a reminder of your insatiable hunger.
You want people to stare in shock, their eyes wide as you waddle by, fueling your secret fire.
You want to struggle out of bed each morning, your massive form pinning you down like a lover's embrace.
You want it hard to slip on those socks, bending over your own immensity, every effort a delicious defeat.
You want it hard to reach your own dick, fingers straining past layers of soft, unyielding flesh, every failed grasp heightening your desperate arousal.
You want immobility to claim you like a dark promise, helpless under your own weight, utterly mine to command.
No denying it now, my sweet glutton.
Let it all in, let it consume you.
Order that feast right this second, stuff until you're lost in ecstasy. You were born for this excess 🤍
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