The weight that being you from a chubby girl to a heavy girl. And a heavy girl to a fat girl.
The weight that make it hard to run for a long time. Then run at all. Then walk then the weight that makes it hard to stand.
The weight that makes your belly poke out a bit. This hang over your waistband. Then the weight that makes your belly hang over your crotch. Then to your thighs.
And the weight that makes you feel better. Not just better but less stressed, more beautiful. More feminine than ever before and the embodiment of gluttony, hedonism and attraction.
Piping fuckin hot take incoming but it doesn’t matter if fat people are healthy. Not everyone has to be a paragon of fuckin health to be treated like a person.
Why don’t you pull me onto your lap and feed me doughnuts ? And then slide your hands under my T-shirt to grab and play with my belly? Just kidding… unlesssssss?
The way a tight, shiny satin dress strains against an overfed belly after dinner, reflecting light off the most fattened points to direct the viewer’s focus to just how round and chubby that little gut has become is pure magic ✨
Sitting her down on your lap so you can feel her heavy weight, knowing that you was the one that made her fatter, heavier, lazier and a good submissive piggy.
You run a vibrator over her clit, whist you tease her about her big jiggly belly, the thick rolls developing on her back, her growing stretch marks and wobbly thighs.
You’ve gotten so big, for me princess, hmm? You love being a fat piggy for daddy, don’t you?
You crave me to touch and caress your fat sexy body, you crave for me too feed you till your tummy swells up from all that junk food.
Eat for me, fatty.
Eat till your belly hurts.
Eat till you get breathless from walking.
Eat till you’ve gained 100lbs.
& after that, you’ll still be eating.
Being a fat piggy for me is part of your life now. You thought you’d ever stop?
