Dark Fantasies 😈

I love that yall want me to talk about my darkest fantasies bc they’re all I can get off to nowadays. It’s like the bigger I get, the more dark my horny thoughts are.
I love the idea of getting married and gaining my weight gain getting out of control. I want all of my meals to be fast food, endlessly being brought to me. I want to forget the idea of what being hungry feels like. I want my meals to get bigger as I grow. I want to see the shock on everyone’s faces when I gain 100, 200, then 300+ pounds. I want everyone to remember what a pretty girl I used to be and blown away by the fact that I ate myself up to an immobile lardass that can’t think straight without calories in her mouth. I want my doctor to warn me about how much weight I’ve gained. The idea of putting on 300+ pounds when I’m already morbidly obese is so sexy. I want my mobility and stamina to be shot. I want to struggle under my weight and wobble with every step I take. I want to see old friends that get concerned every time they see me. I want to outgrow clothing stores. I want to be embarrassed by all the fat I’ve put on my body but I can’t put the fork down. I eventually want the only time I get out of bed to be when I shower or go to the restroom. I want my massive ass sat in bed, stoned, hungry, and horny 24/7. I want the overfed, immobile piggy princess life. Arms as big as most people’s waist, legs with rolls everywhere, fat ankle and wrist rolls. I want to be encased with lard, I want my feeder to enable me beyond my comprehension. I want deep red stretch marks that my family can see on display. I want someone to make me a super morbidly obese, pathetic spectacle 🥵🐽😈

pix tomorrow