Male Fat Transformation - Dean Winchester FT
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Male Fat Transformation - Dean Winchester FT
Condy's continued gluttonous appetites threaten the structural integrity of her palace.
The condesce groaned, a hand on her distended gut as she guzzled down possibly the fifteenth course of the meal she was eating, she didn’t really know what it was she was eating anymore, only that she had a desire, a burning passion inside her to consume. Where this urge and glutinous attitude originate from is anyone’s guess, perhaps it was simply that she was royalty and entitled to feast. Truth be told this quite dangerous binge eating began many sweeps ago on her cruiser, seeing as there was no crew left due to the vast Glub, there was suddenly no need to ration food.
However, almost an eternity later the condesce was borderline regretting her choices as she sat on the throne of derse, covered in stretchmarks with her bodysuit beginning to split at the seems a feat she previously thought impossible. The once thin, tall and muscular empress having turned herself into a fat slob, her body not having an ounce of firmness left, her face pudgy, her gut bloated and distended with never being empty, her whole body was big, and squishy. Rolls of fat flowing onto the floor around her as more drones flew in carrying trays of food for the woman to devour.
At times the condesce wondered or thought things were touching her, she couldn’t see past her stomach or breasts anymore, there could very well be something poking her or bothering her, but she was in no position to do anything about. The woman gaining pleasure simply through eating food, that’s all there really was to her life anymore, food and relaxing.
The palace meanwhile was borderline having enough at this point. The colossal empress who’s figure resembled that of a pile of extremely tightly stretched black and felucian fabric, holding back rolls upon rolls of flab. But eventually one day, the place floor had suffered enough and collapsed, the condesce letting out a yelp as the floor gave way, her upper half getting stuck in the hole, her underused legs dangling below. Most normal people would see this as a sign, however this condesce could only smile as she saw the drones bringing more food…
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