This is exactly why you should stay inside
Eat more to fill the shame
Let yourself go and become the growing hog you’re meant to be
Blow your friends away if they ever see you again
Part of my intent when you date me is ensuring that you grow unrecognizably fat.
Piling relationship weight on your chubby frame until you end up a massive, waddling blubberball- so overfed and and doughy that people you once knew can barely tell it's you under all that lard.
I've seduced men into porn and now they can't resist. They've ruined their fitness from their dick getting hard like no other way they've felt. I've made pigs eat in order to nut. I've addicted them to feeling gorged to earn orgasm. My words ingrain in your mind. Let go, give in.
The urge to feed a man within an inch of his shirt's life, then have him belch in my face, and be forced to say "thank you, daddy" each time is very strong today.
Getting fatter should feel like an electric pulse straight to your dick. When clothes get tight, and buttons threaten to burst off from your softening rolls; it should make you throb.
Twitching in your pants because you can't stop imagining yourself spilling out with doughy fat.