Since I got out of the hospital, my body hasn’t wasted a second it’s picking up right where it left off… no, it’s going even further. I’m gaining again, softly, deliciously, day by day.

And that feeling when my belly starts swelling once more… I’m absolutely obsessed with it. I feel it rounding out, getting heavier, warmer, tighter under my skin. It’s reclaiming its place, spilling a little more over my thighs, pressing harder against my chest… every breath is a little shorter, a little deeper, a little more aware of all that fat settling back in. It’s like my body is whispering finally… we’re starting again. This whole situation drive me wild with pleasure being free once more, able to eat without restraint, feeling the fat return even softer, even more possessive than before.

My health still isn’t perfect, I get out of breath quickly, my heart works harder to carry all this extra weight, my lungs have to fight a bit more with every move… and I love it, like I really want it 🐷🥵 I love feeling the real consequences of my choices, that gentle fatigue that wraps around me, that vulnerability that turns me on even more. The heavier I get, the more my body protests just a little… and the more alive, fulfilled, and exactly where I’m meant to be I feel.

In my dreams, this is only the beginning I want to pack on dozens and dozens more kilos, watch my belly grow so immense it pins me to the bed, feel my fat invade every centimeterd until I reach total immobility. I dream of being constantly gavage-fed, stuffed without being able to move, caressed, filled, lost in an ocean of fat that keeps me prisoner forever a warm, plush, voluptuous prison I chose and craved with every fiber of my being.

I filmed a 11minutes video just for you, you’ll hear me speaking in a low, breathless voice, my French accent coming out stronger when I’m short of air. All this fat is already making breathing harder every sentence is broken by little gasps, soft pants… it’s so sensual, so real.

I open up about all of this, and to prove I mean it: I try on a belt from 2-3 years ago. I struggle, I pull, I flush red… panting harder and harder. Even when I barely manage to fasten it, it squeezes so tight I can hardly breathe. You’ll hear every ragged breath, every little moan of effort mixed with pleasure If you want to hear me like that breathless, aroused, determined to become even more enormous unlock the video 😍

10 minutes of me, raw in my desires, voice trembling from lack of air and burning want.

I’m back, more motivated than ever… and so ready to let myself be overwhelmed again.

Come listen… let me pull you in with me 💦😮‍💨