You're not just your average overweight guy; you're what med..
🕑 Added 2023-07-17 17:20:16 +0000 UTC
You're not just your average overweight guy; you're what medical professionals refer to as "super super morbidly obese." Your love of food knows no bounds and is reflected in your waistline. You're unable to resist even the slightest craving. Unable to say "no", you've become a slave to your stomach's desires.
As a super super morbidly obese man, you’d given up on finding a girlfriend. It was a truly unexpected turn of events when you met your girlfriend. Attractive, confident, and assertive, you never thought she could be attracted to someone like you, but she is. Your relationship blossomed, and before you knew it, you were living together.
You were trying to be on your best behavior. You didn’t want your new girlfriend to see you as a total hog. You were unable to resist the forbidden allure of the kitchen. Unable to suppress your insatiable cravings, you tiptoed down the hallway in search of something greasy and delicious.
Little did you know that your girlfriend had been awake all along, watching you from the doorway of your bedroom with a playful smirk on her face. She’d caught you red handed devouring a bag of potato chips.
"Caught you again," she said coolly, her voice dripping with teasing amusement. "How many more pounds have you put on lately?"
Your heart skips a beat as embarrassment flushes across your face. You feel exposed and vulnerable under her unshakable gaze.
"You're no longer just a man," she continued mischievously. "You're now a greedy, gluttonous pig completely addicted to greasy, fattening food." She playfully reaches out and grabs your flabby belly with both hands. She gave it a playful shake while smirking at you.
For a moment, you’re at a loss for words. You felt conflicted - part of you was thrilled by your girlfriend’s dominant nature, while another part felt deeply insecure about your weight.
Though initially taken aback by your girlfriend’s teasing approach, something inside you clicked that night. You were rock solid as she grabbed you by the nape of the neck and lowered your face into the refrigerator. She bent down and whispered in your ear, “You’re going to eat every single thing in this refrigerator. Oink if you understand, Pig.”
You can’t believe this is happening; you’ve never been so humiliated in your life. Your cheeks burn red with embarrassment, and your cock twitches within your fat pad. You can feel precum coat the underside of your belly and fat pad as you submissively oink.
Your girlfriend nibbles up your neck to your earlobe and whispers, “That oink started you down the path to immobility. Did you truly think that I just liked you for you? I like you because you’re a greedy, gluttonous, weak willed hog that can’t stop eating. I’m about to take advantage of that.”
You gulp, unsure of the path you’ve started down but too turned on to care. When she guides your face to the half eaten cake, you take a massive mouthful. As you chew, your girlfriend lifts your heavy, hanging belly and rests it on the edge of the refrigerator. It feels cold against your skin, but oddly good. You can feel your flabby chest sagging into your excess belly fat as you lean forward to grab mouthful after greedy mouthful.
You feel your girlfriend pull at the nape of your neck. You stand, and she hands you a container of cream and orders you to drain it. Desperate for something to wash all the cake down, you obediently obey. Beads of heavy cream run down the sides of your mouth as your girlfriend grabs a huge roll of fat on your side.
As you finish the container, you look at your girlfriend. She looks at you sternly and says, “Did I tell you to stop eating?”
