I have a strong need to be a tight, creaky, lard-blimp, stuck taking short, sharp breaths because anything more makes my whole body thrum from the pressure my own blubber is putting on my skin…
Angry red stretch marks all over showing this blubber-bomb is primed and ready to blow if you so much as look at him too harshly, with someone gently tracing sharpened nails/claws across them as they teasingly nudge morsel after morsel past my lips to keep me so tight…
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