My belly is nothing but pure butter, a massive, melting mound so heavy it crushes my organs like a warm, overflowing pillow, gently squeezing them deeper into my swollen frame. Every breath is shorter, a soft, greedy wheeze slipping from my compressed lungs, and fuck, it makes me throb with pleasure. Look at this masterpiece: a dome of warm butter, glistening with sweet sweat, hanging down to my thighs when I stand, spilling in soft waves when I sit, breathing with me. But it’s not enough. I need more. This gigantic ball of fat has to grow, has to get even bigger, even more overwhelming.

I’ve gotten fatter because of you, my body is huger than ever, a lush, overflowing silhouette you’ve fed with love, with cream, with cakes, with your filthy words pushing me to take another bite, another plate, another everything. Every pound is a caress, every roll a promise. And I thank you for it, because I feel more alive, more full But it’s still not enough. I need more. I have to get fatter, I have to make this gigantic ball of fat swell until it takes over everything, until it becomes my entire world.

My gigantic ball of butter crushes my organs, yes, and I feel that delicious pressure, that rising heat, that sensation of being stuffed to the brim. I pant softly, giggle between breaths, because my breathing is getting harder and harder but it makes me so fucking happy and turned on. Every little gasp is a love letter to my own body, every drop of sweat a pearl of ecstasy. I’m your obese muse, your goddess of excess, your gluttony fairy...But it’s too little. I need more. This ball has to balloon, has to round out, has to drown me in softness I know you’re dying to dive in. My gigantic ball of butter crushes my organs and I shiver with bliss, shiver knowing you’re watching, wanting the same. But it’s not enough. I need more. I have to get fatter, I have to make this gigantic ball of fat grow until it spills off the screen.

I lie back, and my belly spreads like a cream carpet, covering my thighs, brushing my breasts, forming a living cushion. I can barely move… and I fucking love it. My breathing is getting harder and harder but it makes me so happy and turned on; I’m a work of art in expansion, a sculpture of flesh growing just for you. I’ve gotten fatter because of you, my body is huger than ever, and I want to go further. But it’s still not enough. I need more. I have to get fatter, I have to make this gigantic ball of fat grow until it’s all I am.

Subscribe. Come watch the next chapter. Come see how far I can go with you. And know that even then, it’ll be too little. I need more. This gigantic ball of fat has to grow, has to wrap us both, has to melt us together. My gigantic ball of butter crushes my organs… and soon, it’ll swallow you too. You won’t be able to look away. You won’t want to look away. Click. Let’s get huge me together 😈