You can punish my naughty udders, and I'll punish your teats..
🕑 Added 2025-03-18 00:00:39 +0000 UTC
You can punish my naughty udders, and I'll punish your teats—grabbing, squeezing, and making sure you feel just how heavy and bloated you’ve become. You’re getting so soft, so heavy—your chest swelling into thick, hanging slabs of lard that rest right on top of your ever-growing gut. Keep eating, keep expanding, keep blurring the lines between fattened masculinity and pure, indulgent excess. I want you overfed, overstuffed, and utterly unrecognizable under layers of heavy, sagging flesh.
