I've had this stuck in my head all week and it just won't stop invading my head, getting me all hot and bothered and groping my own fat, so I decided to share my frustrations with you! I start up my hitachi and talk about how great being obese and full is. The thought of getting bigger and bigger, my days full of calories and my tummy being so full all I want to do is nap and cum. How my doctor would get more and more pushy and demanding about losing weight and my gains would be so obviously intentional after a number of months. Eyeing scooters in stores, knowing I'm getting too big to walk...

I've had this stuck in my head all week and it just won't stop invading my head, getting me all hot and bothered and groping my own fat, so I decided to share my frustrations with you! I start up my hitachi and talk about how great being obese and full is. The thought of getting bigger and bigger, my days full of calories and my tummy being so full all I want to do is nap and cum. How my doctor would get more and more pushy and demanding about losing weight and my gains would be so obviously intentional after a number of months. Eyeing scooters in stores, knowing I'm getting too big to walk....or do much for myself. And the hottest of all, eventually getting so huge and unhealthy that I need to sell my obese, flabby body to a feeder in exchange of being taken care of. The helpless feeling of my fat being used for a feeder's pleasure and my mouth crammed with sweets and grease for their amusement, depending on them more and more for everything. I grope my fat tummy, thighs, and tits, talking myself through my fantasy until I cum! Is it any wonder this is all stuck in my head?