POV: you’re my feeder and I want things to get serious. Make me your morbidly obese wife that just keeps getting fatter. I tell you my most recent fantasies while I eat and drink a half gallon of half and half with chocolate syrup and Swiss rolls. Talking about it makes me want to eat even more.
We both want people to question why I’m getting so fat, why my weight keeps escalating. Your family and friends asking you what’s going on, asking you if you’re still attracted to me, but they don’t know you’re the one feeding me until I can’t move every day. I want people concerned about how big I’ve gotten, our contrast growing with my weight. Let’s give into our fattest fantasies and make me an SSBBW💦
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