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Stripes are slimming, right?
Placing a hand over its grease-covered mouth, muffling the desperate, horror drenched squeals for help. Slapping its swollen, ripping flesh as you smear buttercream frosting on its unrecognisable face. Making it snort and eat from a trough as its weak knees snap and useless rotting arms collapse under its trembling adipose rolls. Putting it into a diaper as its pitiful muscles atrophy beyond return. Stroking its clammy forehead and whispering that it’s a shame it can’t get away now as you scroll through a catalogue of monstrous bariatric coffins to dump its obscene carcass in, forcing it to watch. Pushing sticks of greasy butter down its weak little gullet as it cries in pain in its blubbery chest, until it throws up, then repeat. Watching its helpless, hollow little sunken eyes dart around for salvation as its collapsing cholesterol-ridden heart tears at its shuddering, buried ribs. Squeezing and twisting its lard as it squirms in agony and terror, its unidentifiable limbs numb, vision darkened. Lulling it to organ failure before 20 whilst cramming in the final droplets of sugar and lard into its sore, warm pig gullet. Treatment fit for a death glutton.
(reupload from my original page, kinda)
So stretched it’s like my belly buttons gone oink oink oink oink
you've gotten so big
There's something incredibly hot about you taking charge of a morbidly obese guy and becoming the intermediary through which all his friends and family will have contact with from now on.
I completely agree.
"He's very busy, I'm sure he will text or call you soon."
"Very busy" is being too to supermorbidly obese to be able to get off My couch and too addicted to his depraved lust for his next meal, My attention and his television to remember that the outside world exists.
I'm *in a mood* tonight lol send me mean teasing asks about what ive done to myself and whats gonna happen to me in the future etc etc. you can leave comments too. healthplay talk very encouraged so like, trigger warning if you read the comments!! I wont block you, be mean ;)
More "exercise" from your local depraved death feedee. How did I do? Think my heart can take much more?
