See the calm, satisfied way I watch your morbidly obese frame. Like a predator just inches away from having its kill. Every bead of sweat that drips from your brow when you so much as think about exercise is only ensuring that I NEVER let you get out of this~

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But go ahead, try to get up. Demonstrate to me again just how badly you're under my paw. While you're there, struggling, fat rolling over itself, your big, caked up thighs too weak to lift all that all fat from the couch, I hope you notice me watching~

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You can't get up, can you love? Is my poor, pathetic, overfed chew toy, stuck? Pinned? Have you been forcibly resigned to keep that, soft, heavy, fat piled body right where I want you? Like desperate, helpless, prey?~

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Even if you could get past all that, all those lazy, underworked heffer muscles can hardly move now that each of your tits qualifies as two-man-lift. So you're going to sit that growing ass down, moo, and shove that desperate muzzle of yours deep into ur feed trough for me. Eat up, girl.

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And by now, you know you can't stop it. Every spare inch of dough, every new roll, causing your body to ripple, and jiggle in new ways, fat rubbing against fat, only growing more euphoric as you submit to ur new life as whimpering livestock~

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