Can you tease me about how fat I’ve gotten
You rubbed your soft, swollen, youthful frame and let out a groan. Once again you had given in to your urges and ate what should have been three days worth of portioned lunches in a single sitting. You were uncomfortably aroused sitting on your bed kneading your swollen belly.
You found yourself more and more in this glutted state, a swollen butterball moaning on your back with your swollen arousal leaving an obvious wetspot on your tight briefs. Were you going to give into your swelling arousal again? Your hands snaked their way down to your swollen arousal the inevitable eruption would once again happen.
We're you really in control anymore? You had fleeting moments of temperance where you'd plan to get a meal plan in order. Those collapsed under the least amount of pressure. The soft, weak-willed glutton you were becoming was always winning out.
The heavier you were becoming the more your fantsies focused on the control being taken. Your fantasies cast you as the pig being fattened by a more dominant feeder. That feeder would remove those last thoughts of doubt and fight against the inevitable tide of your belt breaking, button popping and seam splitting hog behaviors. Once there you could stop thinking about any chance of escape and allow yourself to swell up into the massive pig you've fantasized about becoming.
Get back to rubbing that swollen arousal little pig, theres no need to resist it. Let those thoughts telling you to try and get fit just drift away, you're a pig. Eat that extra slice of pie, the share size, the large Blizzard you're a pig. Every swollen hard on that leads to an eruption rewards and trains you so keep doing it, it feels good pig.
titsay
romaincrisis
vaporwave
stormborns
