Xutjja SSBBW

A vintage treat for fans—this retro clip comes at a lower price, just for you. Look at all this soft, squishy, glistening fat! I’m slicking up my thick thighs, chunky butt, and big belly until they shine. I love knowing you can’t take your eyes off every greedy roll and jiggle.

My feeder says I have to pack on another 10 pounds before he’ll fuck me, and it’s driving me crazy. My poor fat pussy is aching, dripping with need. He teased me with his fingers, but it wasn’t nearly enough—I need more, I always need more. So here I am, left to take care of myself. My fupa has grown so massive it hangs down and rests on the bed when I sit, a thick, heavy slab of fat I have to lift and dig through just to reach my own clit. I’m getting so obscenely obese that even pleasuring myself has become a struggle... but that only makes me want it more.

I am the personification of a goddess of fertility—soft, heavy, and overflowing with abundance. My wide hips, thick thighs, and this hanging belly are everything you've been craving. Slowly, I dig my hands into the plushness of my hips and the sheer mass of my thighs until I'm gripping handfuls of soft, yielding fat. Watch closely as I jiggle them for you, each wobble sending ripples across my blubbery body. You’ve noticed it, haven’t you? I’ve gotten fatter. All that luscious weight has been settling right here, on these hips and thighs—and I know you can’t stop staring.

I start to undress just for you, peeling away the layers with a playful little tease, showing off every inch of this big, blubbery blob-bod. I can’t help but flaunt all my heavy rolls just for you, letting you admire how much I’ve grown. This is your chance to enjoy a playful little striptease from your greedy feedee, baring it all and reveling in my size.

Fresh from the shower and dripping wet, I’m toweling off my big, blubbery blob-bod. Showing off every jiggling roll and fold as I do so.

I’ve gotten so unbelievably fat that lying flat to play with myself is practically impossible now. My massive belly rises like a mountain, heavy and immovable, pinning me down and making it a struggle just to reach anything between these thick, meaty thighs. That doesn’t mean I’ve stopped being a greedy little pleasure pig. Oh, no —I’ve just adapted. I’ve learned how to work my rabbit vibrator deep inside myself using nothing but the sway and grind of my hips and the squeeze of my blubbery thighs. I don’t even need to touch it with my hands anymore. It turns me on that I’m too obese to move the way I used to. Being this fat has only made my orgasms more intense, desperate, and gluttonous.

Watch me slowly work this lollipop, teasing you with every lick and suck, letting it slide over my lips, teasing my tongue, tempting you to imagine how soft and wet it feels. I’m taking my time, playing with every inch, just for you.

I’ve packed on even more glorious heft, and I can’t wait for you to see every new roll. Watch my fingers disappear into my gigantic thunder thighs as I squeeze and shake the thick, jiggling lard for your pleasure. Then see just how deep my hand can plunge into the heavy slab of fat piling up on my hips—so much soft, porcine bulk for you to admire.

In this clip, I waddle my big fat ass around a playground just for you. Watch me squeeze my way up the narrow stairs, every step a struggle as my wide hips and thick thighs fight for space. I finally make it to the top of the slide, and you’ll see just how huge I am when I try to come down and nearly get stuck. You'll get a perfect view of just how much I overflow this pint-sized equipment.

Let me show you why I know that I'll be your prized gilt this year. I'll strip down very slowly, showing you every roll of fat along the way. You've always known that I'm a greedy piggy. Just look at me after all! I'll tell you what you already know. How that I can't help myself? I just want to eat and eat and eat!

I sit before you, belly spilling onto my lap, cheeks flushed with anticipation as I reach for my fries, my greedy fingers trembling with need. But before I can even bring the first bite to my lips, I pause, glancing up for your approval. You hold my hunger in your hands, and when you finally allow me to eat, I sigh with relief, savoring the salty, greasy, fattening fast food. My free hand instinctively kneads the soft, heavy folds of my belly, but you quickly remind me of my place—touching myself without permission is unacceptable. Chastened, I focus on stuffing my mouth, one fry turning into a handful, my appetite spiraling out of control. Then, the burger—thick, dripping, packed with calories that will make me even softer for you. I wait, obedient, desperate, and when you finally allow me to take my first bite, I moan around the mouthful, chewing greedily, feeling my overfed body grow heavier with every swallow. You allow me to touch myself now, and my fingers sink into my blubbery gut, grasping at the growing flesh you adore. But one isn’t enough, is it? A pig like me always needs more. You give me permission, and I eagerly devour another, feeling my stomach swell, the weight of my indulgence pressing against my thighs. I wash it down with deep gulps of soda, the carbonation bubbling inside me, swelling me further until I can’t hold back a loud, unladylike burp. My eyes widen—I didn’t ask. I lower my gaze, murmuring a breathless apology, promising to do better, to be a good, obedient feedee for you. I’m stuffed, breathless, teetering on the edge of blissful fullness, but as I gaze up at you, lips parted, belly taut with excess, I can’t help but beg for more. Please, Sir, may I have my cookies for dessert?

I’ve gotten so impossibly fat, so gloriously overfed that my whole body is engulfed in an ever-thickening layer of soft, useless lard. My poor, overstretched skin is desperate for relief, aching for the slick glide of oil. I've eaten myself to the point where I can’t even reach every part of my own body anymore. I should be ashamed—what kind of greedy, out-of-control sow lets herself get this hopelessly obese? But the shame never comes, only the craving for more: more food, more fat, and more sex.

Every movement sends waves rippling through my soft, inviting fat, showcasing my unapologetic embrace of hedonism. I couldn't stop now, even if I wanted to. My body has been forever changed by my insatiable greed and gluttony, my skin is scared with stretch marks, my breasts sag shapelessly, and my thighs collide with every step. Are you proud of what you've created?

You wouldn’t believe the struggles I faced on my journey from Canada to Argentina as a super-super morbidly obese person. The plane seats were a challenge, with every ounce of my big, blubbery body spilling over the edges. Squeezing down the narrow aisles was no small feat! Now that I’m here, the highlight so far has definitely been the rich, utterly indulgent food.

You did this; you freed the greedy, gluttonous sow inside me. Now my thighs are bigger than most people's waists. This ass has expanded to the point where it has embarrassingly gotten me stuck on more than one occasion. My big, blubbery blob-bod is a testament to your insatiable desire to continuously overfeed me. I can't resist flaunting my super-super morbidly obese body for you, reveling in how fat and out of shape I’ve become.

Warning—this clip gets deliciously messy. I start by seductively shoving cupcakes into my mouth and then smearing the frosting all over my blubbery body. Just when you think you've seen it all, I turn around and show off my humongous, candy-covered ass—coated in multicolored sprinkles and jiggling back and forth just for you. Watch as all that deliciously soft fat ripples with every slow, teasing movement. This is pure, sticky, sugary indulgence—and you're going to savor every second.

I've gotten so fat that my belly overflows into the center console when I'm the passenger princess. As I sit on the edge of the trunk (boot) of a midsized rental, I take up more than half of the width. As I start to bounce up and down, the car's frame groans under my weight, the suspension straining to handle all this fat.

Each calorie-laden treat I push past my lips contributes to my body steadily growing more cumbersome. I've eaten myself into such a state of fatness that it impacts my everyday life. As I've become more sow than woman, it's my fatness that now defines me. It is the deciding factor in every decision that I make. Simply put, the world wasn't built for someone as freakishly fat as I am. In this clip, I'll talk about how being this fat has affected my daily life, such as how I no longer fit in a single seat on public transportation.

As I breathe in to fill my lungs with air, I can feel the substantial weight of the heavy layer of fat that engulfs me pushing back. My super-super obese body has me in a constant state of arousal. I'm hopelessly addicted. All I care about is food, fat, and sex. I've passed the point of no return. I don't think that I could change now even if I wanted to. I find myself constantly grabbing the thick rolls of fat that have accumulated on my midsection. I just can't keep my hands off of myself. I've really started to blob out. I went from a shapely pair to a mountain of flab. I want to show you how I can effortlessly sink my fingers into all of this soft, supple fat. Watch how it jiggles. I'm so out of shape now that I get winded just from performing for you. That should cause me to be alarmed. After all, this is my livelihood. But to be completely honest, it makes my pussy soaking wet and my stomach growl with hunger.

At my size, it's no surprise that most of my clothes are so tight they look like they’ve been painted on. Though my clothing leaves little to the imagination, my feeder still finds it boring. I tend to favor monochrome colors, and it shows in my wardrobe—mostly shades of gray or black. According to him, I look like I’m heading to a yoga class rather than to our bedroom.

Determined to make me see the error of my ways, he went out and bought me something far outside my comfort zone—something he thinks would look sexy on me while fulfilling one of his personal fantasies. He’s always wanted to see his blubbery beauty in a schoolgirl outfit. Just the thought of me in it is enough to get him hard. He pictures my ponderous belly spilling out from beneath the too-tight top, my love handles overflowing the waistband of the skirt. His cock twitches as he wonders if the bottom of my ass cheeks will hang out from underneath it too.

When he comes home, he finds me sitting on our bed. Maybe it’s his imagination, but he swears I look even fatter than I did a few days ago. My endless gluttony never fails to astound him. As expected, I’m dressed in yet another skintight gray outfit. He’d never admit it, but the way my pants outline my lower belly makes his breath hitch. He can already feel himself getting hard again. Steadying himself, he begins trying to convince me to try on the outfit he bought for me.