I love your style of writing so much. I love to see you write some stuff that has you being pampered by sexy girls to become there useless fat slob
I love the whole idea of being owned by a really sexy girl. She might be in love with me, she might be obsessed with me… hell, she might just love the idea of having a completely useless, submissive pet.
She treats me like I’m too dumb to do anything for myself anymore. She does everything for me, never letting me lift a finger. “You can’t move from the bed anymore, baby,” she whispers softly, brushing my greasy hair back. “Let Mommy feed you. Let Mommy take care of you down there. Let Mommy decide what’s good for you.”
Even though she talks to me like I have no thoughts left, she cares for me so deeply. She pampers me constantly with the sweetest, richest, most delicious foods, pushing more in even when my belly is painfully full and it hurts. Mommy knows what’s best for her piggy, doesn’t she? She makes sure I eat well all the time, no matter how stuffed or uncomfortable I feel.
Sooner than later I became massive. Hundreds of pounds heavier, lying naked in bed because clothes stopped fitting long ago. My skin stays slick with sweat 24/7, covered in food stains and sticky smears. My once clean, beautiful hair is now greasy and dirty. I haven’t moved a single finger in days, months… maybe years. Time feels foggy and far away. All I know is that Mommy makes me happy. Mommy loves me. She does everything for her sweet, helpless piglet.
Every day she sits right beside me with the funnel, pouring thousands of empty calories down my throat. Sometimes it’s just warm, thick lard, and I drink it all happily, moaning as my belly stretches even bigger and tighter. She grabs big, soft handfuls of my heavy fat, squeezing and playing with it, teasing me in that sultry voice for letting myself go so completely for her. Then she touches my soft, swollen chest and bites my sensitive nipple, sending waves of pleasure through me until I tremble and finish instantly. Mommy laughs softly at how helpless I’ve become, but right after I finish the last drops she leans in, kissing me with deep, loving passion and whispers how much she loves her pampered slob.
She sinks her hand into my flab, her voice turning a little lower and more serious. “Mommy is going to make you even worse.”
I don’t cry anymore. I don’t complain. I just smile lazily and open my mouth again, ready for whatever she wants to give me next. This is the best way to live — no worries, no decisions, just endless pleasure and Mommy’s warm, total control.