Danibellybabe

Are you proud of my progress these past few months?

Added 2022-11-05 22:30:20 +0000 UTC

The fatter I get the hornier I become. I am in love with my new soft fat, layers covering every inch of my body. I love my massive soft breasts, I love feeling my partner hurt his face in them. I love how they feel bouncing when I walk down stairs, flopping when I’m on my side, filling my hands when I squeeze them. I love how I can feel my ass jiggle with each step, the way my thighs rub together if I’m in shorts or a dress, the way they shake when I sink my fingers into them and jiggle. Every part of me is squishy, soft, my skeleton quickly fading deeper behind lovely cloud-like fat. I can make myself cum just thinking of the calories I’m eating and their impact on my body, especially when I’m devouring an entire box of oatmeal cream pies or box of cookies.

I want my belly to spill on my lap for good. I want to be able to lift its softness with my plump hands and feel it drop onto my pillowy thighs. I want to be able to spread my legs and feel my gut sink lower, giving my swollen stuffed gut relief when I’m finishing my third helping of dessert. I want my ass to be massive, a perfect landing pad for your hips when you’re railing me. I want my breasts to rest on my belly, full and perky and fertile. Looking juicy and firm and suckable, beckoning your face to them. I want my arms and neck and fingers and face to hint at my gluttony without stealing the show, but I want to be unmistakably overweight. I want to be fat, need to be fat. Please baby. Please.