Put those boxes of donuts, and bags of fast food on the coffee table right now Mister. Now, sit down! Why am I angry? I'm angry that my once fit boyfriend, is now too fat to fuck! Three pathetic pumps is not what I call "fucking". You're out of breath just walking down our hallway. It's truly pitiful.

You're out of control. You've eaten yourself into caricature of your former self. Your whole body engulfed in a sea of lard. I'm impressed by how quickly you turned from feeder to feedee. You're managed to get even fatter than I am in a record breakingly short time. You weigh more tha... Show more