ooughhh. Mm-moreee~

I'm trying to interview people for a job and why is it just as stressful as when I'm being interviewed. Rah

I did this thingy. But don't call me king, alpha or any other Greek letters for that matter or I will ruff you up.

I need some help deciding on a soft serve flavor that's good for summer. Which of these would you guys prefer if you saw it on a menu?

You're stuck here, you know that, don't you? Every day you give in, overeat, or just sit on that fat, lazy, growing ass of yours. You're falling deeper into a pit that im going to personally ensure you're too lard encumbered to climb out of~

Let's just write another day off to gluttony. Steer your fate just a bit closer to being that bed-bound, hose sucking, fat buried pile of plowable lard you're destined to be. It's going to happen, so, stop fighting it~

Just go ahead and skip the gym, exchange it for stuffing days worth of calories into your muzzle, because working out those neural pathways is the only exercise you'll be doing soon enough~

Once you learn just how good it feels to be incapable, fat, and weak. I know you'll be on your paws just begging for another food trough to be slid under ur drooling maw, while I tease and wobble your muscle devoid asscheeks from behind~

More more fat blobface Mufasa Just look at him! Who could resist such a cute little face like the king's? Pinch his cheeks and feed him~ #wg #weightgain #maleweightgain #gainerart #fatfur #fatfurry #blobface

Doesn't it feel good? Letting those soft, lazy buttcheeks bounce and ripple as you slam it back down on my cut groin. You get so, exhausted, don't you? Just a couple bounces in and you're wheezing, panting like a fat hog~

Remember when you could actually handle riding on top? Your body would only jiggled a little, a couple beads of sweat. Now look at you, a massive, wheezy, pile of lard trying to rock urself back and forth on me. Poor thing~

I know I could just roll you over like a fat cow and make you mine, but where the fun in that? I like watching your rolls slap against each other, your moobs wobble helplessly, you drop all that lard on your own fat sunk crotch, and sweat and pant the whole time you do.

Who's a good, lazy, lard laden pup? Is it you? Are you the precious, calorie addicted doggy that can't stop popping pants buttons for its owner? You know they're never going to stop, right?~

But you surely can't even comprehend that thought anymore, isn't that right dummy? Too numbed, fattened, and degraded into pure, lazy puppy brained bliss to do anything but shovel more unwanted calories past your lips~

Just keep being so helplessly obedient, swallowing boost after boost before trying to reach over your rapidly fattening belly to stroke parts of you you haven't seen in months. Let's keep reinforcing those body blimping neural pathways until it's all you know.

I'm seeing so many bellies on my timeline today and I can't help but imagine another 100lbs on each one of them. I need every one of you waddling 🥵

Me stuffing you with the last bites of your third dinner. "Let's go again babe 😏"