Do you remember when I used to be able to strut around the house as your toned and perky fitness trainer girlfriend? I had planned to turn your life around and get your lazy ass into the gym. Your bad habits ended up rubbing off on me, and this is the result. Look at me. I've grown so huge and heavy that my belly spills over to rest upon my thick thighs. Here's the fun part, Handsome. Since you started this delicious downward spiral, I'm going to flip the script and make you pay for it. Oh yes, I'm going to stuff you until your gut swells into a proper, heavy, wobbling apron that hangs down to your knees and sways with every step that you take. I'm talking about man tits that bounce just like mine, rolls that stack up, and a double—no, triple—chin that makes you look like a properly fattened hog. I'm not stopping until you're at least twice my weight, my lazy, greedy piggy, hundreds of pounds fatter. You'll be pinned under a mountain of your own fat while I explore every new inch you gain. Aww, look at that blush; you love being teased about how big I'm going to make you, don't you?
Corrupted Fitness Trainer Fattens You
Do you remember when I used to be able to strut around the house as your toned and perky fitness trainer girlfriend? I had planned to turn your life around and get your lazy ass into the gym. Your bad habits ended up rubbing off on me, and this is the result. Look at me. I've grown so huge and...
Do you remember when I used to be able to strut around the house as your toned and perky fitness trainer girlfriend? I had planned to turn your life around and get your lazy ass into the gym. Your bad habits ended up rubbing off on me, and this is the result. Look at me. I've grown so huge and heavy that my belly spills over to rest upon my thick thighs. Here's the fun part, Handsome. Since you started this delicious downward spiral, I'm going to flip the script and make you pay for it. Oh yes, I'm going to stuff you until your gut swells into a proper, heavy, wobbling apron that hangs down to your knees and sways with every step that you take. I'm talking about man tits that bounce just like mine, rolls that stack up, and a double—no, triple—chin that makes you look like a properly fattened hog. I'm not stopping until you're at least twice my weight, my lazy, greedy piggy, hundreds of pounds fatter. You'll be pinned under a mountain of your own fat while I explore every new inch you gain. Aww, look at that blush; you love being teased about how big I'm going to make you, don't you?
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