Going to the store just to get a cake for my fat ass to eat for you was so fucking hot. Checking the calories to see which one holds the most, which one looks the yummiest, thinking about how massive I’m gonna look while eating it. I wonder how fat I looked at the store while picking it out. How my big arms and wrists and chubby hands looked grabbing the perfect one and putting the cake into my cart, belly hanging over, peeking out of my crop top. Checking out, getting hornier, thinking about eating the entire thing on camera.
I picked this purple outfit because I love the way my body spills out of it, the way my fat clings to the tight strings that are barely holding on. My thighs have certainly gained weight, the garters are cutting into the soft flesh I’ve accumulated recently.
I tried eating on my hands and knees, but my heavy body was not having it. My joints ache from the excess lard hanging off of me. I had to just sit up and eat like a pampered pig, even more turned on by the fact that my body doesn’t move as good as it used to.
I look like I’m blobbing out, spreading so wide. Getting messy and not caring because I’m desperate to get more cake shoved in my mouth. The only thing that would have made this hotter is if you were here to push my limits even further. More cake after this one. Pizza. Feed me all night until it hurts, feed me to sleep so the calories settle over night, making me extra bloated and swollen in the morning.
I love being a pig by myself but this piggy needs a feeder to really enable me, make me lazier, and make me hungrier and greedier. Imagine how massive I’d get if I never had to lift a finger, not even to feed myself 🥵🐽