I like the thought of keeping my fat princess nice and oblivious through the winter gaining months.
Keeping you in your little bubble of comfort and pleasure.Â
Movies, food, smooching, orgasms.Â
I keep you overfed by constantly surrounding you with your favourite addictively tasty goodies.Â
I subtly Size-Up your clothes with identical versions each time i see them getting tight. Keeping you oblivious, and comfortable.
I keep showering you with praise and affection everyday, making sure you feel good about yourself. You feel so good that you don’t even notice the dozens of lazy pounds of heavy fat you’re packing on.
I keep you entertained with brain-rot TV, encouraging you to get used to just being mindless and stuffed. Gradually making you dumb and silly.
I keep edging you all day while you eat while tracing my hands along your sensitive squishy belly. Flooding your piggy brain with stimulation, dopamine, pleasure and those sweet feel-good endorphinsÂ
I’ve made you addicted to feeling overstimulated.Â
Whenever the spring arrives, you leave the house for the first time, your new chunky rolls and folds of fluff now overflowing and spilling out out of your clothes, bordering on inappropriate…
You’re so used to the constant overstimulation and mindlessness that you barely last 5 minutes outside before you waddle back into my arms, whimpering and whining from the lack of stimulation. From the lack of guidance from me. From the tightness of your clothes. From the daunting realisation that going outside and walking requires actual effort.Â
It’s ok my silly fatty. Let’s get you sat down. Let’s get your favourite food. Let me help you touch your fat pussy, let’s make you feel good again
All you have to do is look pretty and giggle your way through life. I’ll keep you in your growing comfort bubble, you don’t have to worry your piggy brain about anything. I got you
