I love that he just can't keep his hands off me.
My feeder worships my figure. He's grateful for every curve and roll and dimple. And he grunts with pleasure as every pound of his once-fit girlfriend bears down on him.
The contrast in our bodies drives me wild. We used to be the same size. When we first started dating, if he left a shirt in my bedroom, I'd put it on and send him sexy pictures to keep him thinking about me. These days, I couldn't hope to fit into his clothing. I can barely fit into my own anymore. In fact, my massive, overflowing body is making these jean shorts look like panties.
Ugh, I just want to smother the life out of him- affectionately, of course. I want him to know how it feels to carry all of this weight around. I want his bony features to sink into my soft piggy flesh. I want his fingers to tease my belly button. I want my ass jiggled and slapped. I want to be worshipped from head to toe. 💜👑