Thinking about how fat i truly want to become turns me on beyond belief, i need this hedonistic lifestyle so badly, i want a dominate feeder to just take control and fuck and feed me into immobility. I want to feel the struggle on my poor feet as i attempt to lift my enormous arse up from the sofa for yet another trip to the fridge to see what i can mindlessly stuff into my overworked body. I want to break a sweat trying to slide my way onto the edge of the sofa, my jiggling, swaying double belly pouring past my knees and raised almost above my head, im completely englufed in my own fat. The struggle becomes to much to bare and i come crashed back down into the sofa, a wheezing, furiously jiggling mess who cant even heave her fat body up on her own anymore. Just having to lie their waiting in anticipation for my feeder to return from work, i would be turned on beyond belief by this point, no point trying to reach my fat fupa though, i haven’t been able to reach myself for a longgg time. Im becoming impatience, hungry and horny. All i can do is sit there, grabbing handfulls of my soft, growing body, imageing the look on my feeders face when he walks through the door and sees me pinned down to the sofa by my own gluttony. Suddenly i hear the lock on the door turn, my pussy tenses and i let out a senseless moan.
You know you’re a kinky super fat fuck when you see this picture in an ad for all weather mobility scooters and your first though is how sexy it would be to try and squash yourself into one. ❤
The amount of furniture in my house that is starting to make very loud complaints probably should concern me. All it is doing though is making me want to test how much more lard I need to pack on to start break things.
