I want to see them struggle to pull on their jeans and fail to get them up them up their lard ass. I want to see them sweat doing the most simple tasks—breathing heavily like the fatty they truly are. I want them to wobble and crawl on all fours, as they try hopelessly to grasp their old lifestyle. I want to see the look of mortification on their hog faces as they bloat and fail to hold back loud, embarrassing, gas from the food they helplessly crammed into their greedy faces. Farting and belching obscenely and destroying their self-respect. Only then will they accept what they truly are—a wobbling, gassy, hog, fated to be my mindless eating machine. It is just so cute watching a girl happily stuff her greedy boyfriend, I wish there was more stuff like this. When the feeder can no longer control themselves around all the delicious food they feed their feedee and start blowing up themselves.
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I personally favor the other option. All you can do for now is press your pudgy fingers delicately into the dome of your enormous tummy and let out a burp followed by a moan of relief. You just kept eating and eating. Your belly gets in the way. The rest of your body is getting pudgy too. Stairs are getting much harder, they get you out of breath embarrassingly quickly. Everything is an effort, even eating.
So that’s fun.
Thats why it feels so good to indulge, and to convince everyone around you to indulge. You open the door to be greeted by your pup puppy. You pick him up and snuggle with him. He licks your face with excitement and you snuggle him some more, making sure to add a few kisses too. You walk into the kitchen and notice your husband is home by the dirty dishes in the sink and his jacket hanging off one of the dinner table seats. He replies with a tiny awoo and with that you nod. You walk up the stairs leaving the little fluff ball in the living room on his favourite blanket. You see your husband in the distance sat on the edge of the bed with just his towel wrapped around his waist clearly having just showered. He looks up and sees you, giving a cheeky smile and wink. You walk towards him and he pulls you in closer, you are stood in between his legs and his hand instinctively lays on your belly.
Give yourself some credit for being attracted to the good side of the Force. The only thing they value it's themselves and their career. But it turns out I need to understand him more than I should be understood Take care of him more than I should be taken cared of. You can't gamble on her seeing Mormonism for the shit show that it is. In my experience, life-long member, many Mormons have difficulty thinking outside the box, and putting forth effort to inclue and love. He was also a poor communicator and felt he didn't need to voice certain things, like 'I love you'. If he says he wants to keep things casual, head for the hills - he's the latter and he doesn't appreciate you.