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I have eaten myself into a shapeless blob. A greedy gut-slut who gets winded waddling to the fridge. Thighs are not supposed to jiggle like this. They are not supposed to be the size of a fatty’s waist, but here we are. My body has grown so huge and heavy that I have to rock myself up into a standing position. These things should be huge red flags to me; instead, they make me dripping wet and wanting more. My lingerie can barely contain my lard-engorged body. In this video, the metal clasp on my bra breaks, as if to illustrate the point.

I have eaten myself into a shapeless blob. A greedy gut-slut who gets winded waddling to the fridge. Thighs are not supposed to jiggle like this. They are not supposed to be the size of a fatty’s waist, but here we are. My body has grown so huge and heavy that I have to rock myself up into a standing position. These things should be huge red flags to me; instead, they make me dripping wet and wanting more. My lingerie can barely contain my lard-engorged body. In this video, the metal clasp on my bra breaks, as if to illustrate the point.

Watch as my feeder rails his greedy, gluttonous sow from behind. Each thrust sets my soft, saggy, shapeless body jiggling. My saggy belly, heavy hanging tits, and big, blubbery butt bounce hard as I get fucked deep from behind, all of it wobbling like jelly while he fucks and punishes my piggy pussy hard. Listen as his thrusts make my fat rolls slap together, creating that unique sound that only fucking the truly obese can produce. He reminds me that I am a useless pig, only good for feeding, fattening, and fucking.

You have turned me into a greedy, gluttonous sow, a gorging gut slut who is never satiated. The fatter that I become, the less that I want to move. I am perfectly content to degrade into your helpless, stinky, slobby blob. Crushed by the exhaustion of my own weight, I am only willing to drag myself into the shower once a week—if even that. I do not care how clean I am; all I care about is stuffing myself stupid.

You have turned me into a greedy, gluttonous sow, a gorging gut slut who is never satiated. The fatter that I become, the less that I want to move. I am perfectly content to degrade into your helpless, stinky, slobby blob. Crushed by the exhaustion of my own weight, I am only willing to drag myself into the shower once a week—if even that. I do not care how clean I am; all I care about is stuffing myself stupid.

Look at how big and powerful I’ve gotten for you. These huge, thick arms didn’t happen by accident. I put in all that work and dedication just to make them bigger, stronger, and sexier for you to admire. I know how much you adore them—the size, the power, the way they flex and swell when I pose for you. So tell me, Sugar, what’s your favorite way to see me show them off? Or does it even matter, as long as you get to stare at these big, powerful arms until you're rock hard?

Look at how big and powerful I’ve gotten for you. These huge, thick arms didn’t happen by accident. I put in all that work and dedication just to make them bigger, stronger, and sexier for you to admire. I know how much you adore them—the size, the power, the way they flex and swell when I pose for you. So tell me, Sugar, what’s your favorite way to see me show them off? Or does it even matter, as long as you get to stare at these big, powerful arms until you're rock hard?

You have turned me into a greedy, gluttonous sow, a gorging gut slut who is never satiated. The fatter that I become, the less that I want to move. I am perfectly content to degrade into your helpless, stinky, slobby blob. Crushed by the exhaustion of my own weight, I am only willing to drag myself into the shower once a week—if even that. I do not care how clean I am; all I care about is stuffing myself stupid.

I cannot believe what you have done to me. I’ve ballooned into a big, fat blob. These fat rolls keep growing thicker, completely obscuring my tiny bellybutton. All of this lard is oozing out of my too-tight panties. There’s just so much of me now; I’m engulfed in soft, jiggly, supple blubber. I’ve become enthralled by the feedee lifestyle, turning into a greedy gut-slut who can’t stop eating. I’ve evolved into a living lard storage tank that refuses to stop filling. Let me show you what nonstop eating has done to me.

Gaze upon your Goddess; these arms are pure perfection: thick, soft, sagging sacks of lard, so heavy they pull my shoulders down. They've become so engorged with lard that they ripple and fold at the slightest movement. Every simple gesture has become a slow, deliberate struggle. I know exactly what I do to you with every indulgent jiggle. Watch the fat settle and spread as I move. This body is built for excess, and I wear every pound like a crown. On your knees, and worship your Queen.

I cannot believe what you have done to me. I’ve ballooned into a big, fat blob. These fat rolls keep growing thicker, completely obscuring my tiny bellybutton. All of this lard is oozing out of my too-tight panties. There’s just so much of me now; I’m engulfed in soft, jiggly, supple blubber. I’ve become enthralled by the feedee lifestyle, turning into a greedy gut-slut who can’t stop eating. I’ve evolved into a living lard storage tank that refuses to stop filling. Let me show you what nonstop eating has done to me.

I cannot believe what you have done to me. I’ve ballooned into a big, fat blob. These fat rolls keep growing thicker, completely obscuring my tiny bellybutton. All of this lard is oozing out of my too-tight panties. There’s just so much of me now; I’m engulfed in soft, jiggly, supple blubber. I’ve become enthralled by the feedee lifestyle, turning into a greedy gut-slut who can’t stop eating. I’ve evolved into a living lard storage tank that refuses to stop filling. Let me show you what nonstop eating has done to me.

I cannot believe what you have done to me. I’ve ballooned into a big, fat blob. These fat rolls keep growing thicker, completely obscuring my tiny bellybutton. All of this lard is oozing out of my too-tight panties. There’s just so much of me now; I’m engulfed in soft, jiggly, supple blubber. I’ve become enthralled by the feedee lifestyle, turning into a greedy gut-slut who can’t stop eating. I’ve evolved into a living lard storage tank that refuses to stop filling. Let me show you what nonstop eating has done to me.

Tell me, piglet, have you ever bought something you thought would fit, only to get home and discover it doesn’t? If so, what size did you buy when it happened? Were you shocked when your hog body wouldn’t fit into it—standing there overflowing the seams as you realized there was just too much of you to squeeze inside whatever you’d bought, the reality of your greedy, gluttonous ways staring back at you in the mirror while you desperately tried to button the buttons or zip up the zipper

Tell me, piglet, have you ever bought something you thought would fit, only to get home and discover it doesn’t? If so, what size did you buy when it happened? Were you shocked when your hog body wouldn’t fit into it—standing there overflowing the seams as you realized there was just too much of you to squeeze inside whatever you’d bought, the reality of your greedy, gluttonous ways staring back at you in the mirror while you desperately tried to button the buttons or zip up the zipper

Tell me, piglet, have you ever bought something you thought would fit, only to get home and discover it doesn’t? If so, what size did you buy when it happened? Were you shocked when your hog body wouldn’t fit into it—standing there overflowing the seams as you realized there was just too much of you to squeeze inside whatever you’d bought, the reality of your greedy, gluttonous ways staring back at you in the mirror while you desperately tried to button the buttons or zip up the zipper

Tell me, piglet, have you ever bought something you thought would fit, only to get home and discover it doesn’t? If so, what size did you buy when it happened? Were you shocked when your hog body wouldn’t fit into it—standing there overflowing the seams as you realized there was just too much of you to squeeze inside whatever you’d bought, the reality of your greedy, gluttonous ways staring back at you in the mirror while you desperately tried to button the buttons or zip up the zipper

I can't believe how completely out of shape I've become. I used to be able to walk up stairs and around shopping centers; now I need a cane to walk around my house because I've eaten myself into a big, blubbery blob. I get out of breath just walking to the refrigerator, never mind when I'm trying desperately to make this fat pussy cum. I was curious, what does my heart sound like while I'm frantically working a dildo in and out of my dripping wet pussy?

I can't believe how completely out of shape I've become. I used to be able to walk up stairs and around shopping centers; now I need a cane to walk around my house because I've eaten myself into a big, blubbery blob. I get out of breath just walking to the refrigerator, never mind when I'm trying desperately to make this fat pussy cum. I was curious, what does my heart sound like while I'm frantically working a dildo in and out of my dripping wet pussy?

I can't believe how completely out of shape I've become. I used to be able to walk up stairs and around shopping centers; now I need a cane to walk around my house because I've eaten myself into a big, blubbery blob. I get out of breath just walking to the refrigerator, never mind when I'm trying desperately to make this fat pussy cum. I was curious, what does my heart sound like while I'm frantically working a dildo in and out of my dripping wet pussy?