As the plane took off, you shifted uncomfortably in your sea..
🕑 Added 2024-06-03 18:31:33 +0000 UTC
As the plane took off, you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to adjust your bulging body in the cramped space. Your girlfriend, sitting next to you, couldn't resist making another cutting remark about your size. "Oh, look at you, sweetheart," she sneered, her tone dripping with disdain. "You used to be such a catch, all muscular and fit. Now you're just a blob of lard overflowing into my seat. Can't even fit properly anymore, can you?" You felt the sting of her words, but you were too ashamed to say anything in response. It wasn't always like this. Once, you were indeed sleek and muscular, the envy of your friends and the object of your girlfriend's admiration. But somewhere along the way, you lost control. Fast food became your addiction, your solace in times of stress or boredom. The flight attendant passed by, casting a disapproving glance at your overflowing body. You could feel the judgmental eyes of your fellow passengers on you, their whispers like needles in your already wounded pride. "Hey, babe, can you pass me some of those fries?" you asked, trying to divert the attention away from your embarrassment. Your girlfriend rolled her eyes. "Of course, because you haven't had enough calories today, right? Might as well feed the ever-expanding black hole that is your stomach." You winced at her words but said nothing, stuffing another greasy fry into your mouth. The truth was, you knew you had a problem. Part of you hated what you had become; that part of you felt trapped in a cycle of self-destructive behavior. The other part of you had never been more turned on in your life. As your cheeks flushed red your cock twitched with insatiable need. Before you can stop yourself you grab the rest of your girlfriend's fries and shovel them into your greedy mouth. She looks at you aghast, and then sighs deeply. As the plane continued its journey, you couldn't shake the feeling of shame that clung to you like a second skin. You vowed to yourself that this would be the last time you let food control your life, the last time you allowed yourself to be the butt of your girlfriend's cruel jokes. Your willpower cracked the moment the stewardess offered you a sugar-loaded snack. That rush of self realization and embarrassment made you cum in your pants.
