

Imagine this is your fat pad: ever-thickening, creeping forward, burying more and more of your manhood under layers of blubber. Every pound you gain, it gets harder to see, harder to reach… until it’s just a buried little afterthought under your greedy, growing gut. And you know what? That turns me on. I love watching you eat yourself into a helpless blob, your body overtaken by fat, your size making everything harder—literally. Keep stuffing, piggy… I want to see just how deep it can disappear.