Happy Fatty Friday! I'll tally up the measurements and announce the winner this evening, who'll be contacted for their prize: A free custom audio! For the rest of my lovely piggies, here's a little daydream about immobility for you. Want to hear my voice crooning to you about just how big I'll make you? I've uploaded the audio version of this below ;) Custom commissions are open; let me know if you'd like one of your own! ------------------------------ I know just how big you’re going to end up. It’s inevitable; you’re already covered in dough and yet you just want to be completely enveloped in it, drowned in it. You’ll eat more, stretching your gut past it’s capacity and sinking down into hedonistic bliss while thousands of calories turn to lard on your body. You’ll grunt and pant under the weight of it, starting to waddle as the rolls on your thighs brush together and your belly begins to hang. When you reach the 350lb mark, your chest will sport fatter tits than mine, sensitive and overfull with corpulence. Even when they’re resting on the crest of your gut you won’t stop, constantly shoveling food into your mouth to keep up with your enormous body’s demands. At 400, your wobbling arms will be pushed out by back fat joining in one thick roll with your moobs, dwarfed by the huge globe of your belly. You’ll be so fat, you’ll waddle and struggle under the sheer weight of your stomach, constantly aching with thousands upon thousands of calories sloshing around inside it. It’ll hang low over your belt, making underwear virtually pointless, and you’ll fight and huff to reach around it to paw at your cock. And then, you’ll meet me. I’ll push your rippling body past it’s limits, and you’ll realise with growing frustration and embarrassment that it's just. Not. Enough. Every night, even though you’ve slowly shuffled your way through many drive-thrus and countless calories, you’ll be unable to help yourself as I pour cream and gainer shake down the funnel to your waiting lips. You’ll pant and moan around th