I can feel the food coming up in my throat and belly is so heavy and sensitive to the slightest touches..I just kept going. I need it to be picked up and dropped. Letting me feel the weight of it all as it threatens to cover my fupa. I just want hands to be grazed across it bumping over every stretch mark and indentation. I want to it to be needed. Lay me down as you push more down my throat caressing the swell of my top belly. Slap me and then lay kisses all over my body. Tell me I'm your perfect darling, as I begin to struggle to sit up after being stuffed past the brim. Rub lotion over every crease roll and fold, pinching all the excesss admiring how there's a thick layer of permanent fat over me before you can truly feel how rock hard my stomach is. Dumb me down into the fattest bimbo cow and feed and milk me please please



















