Bed Creaking & Fat Chat
Xutjja
8:02 | Added
My massive thighs, as thick as a grown adult’s waist, spread wide as I struggle to find a place for this greedy, gluttonous gut. I have grown into an enormous, shapeless blob of pure indulgence. Now the bed screams in agony, a consequence of my gluttony. I am a living monument to excess, my belly copious and sagging, my flesh soft and supple yet impossibly heavy. The mattress dips and groans under my weight, every shift of my blob bod eliciting a symphony of creaks and squeaks.
My massive thighs, as thick as a grown adult’s waist, spread wide as I struggle to find a place for this greedy, gluttonous gut. I have grown into an enormous, shapeless blob of pure indulgence. Now the bed screams in agony, a consequence of my gluttony. I am a living monument to excess, my belly copious and sagging, my flesh soft and supple yet impossibly heavy. The mattress dips and groans under my weight, every shift of my blob bod eliciting a symphony of creaks and squeaks.
