This is a custom order fetish video. No names are used so everyone can join the fun. To order your own custom clip, use the contact info on my studio homepage. I'd love for you, sitting there in a dress with some high boots on, to tell me to eat more, to become more disgusting! I can already imagine you mocking me how I've has gone from fit to a beer belly and soon to be hundred and hundreds of pounds as you coyly encourage me to keep feeding myself McDs, cookies, whipping cream, butter etc. As you rub those plump tits, teasing me for becoming a blob on the couch addicted to you and the junk you command down my throat. As you command me, you h***0tically chant "keep feeding yourself" and demand I stretch my little belly into a full blown tank for food, one that needs to be taking in sixths instead of seconds and measuring liquids in gallons instead of cups, and pounds instead of ounces! And slowly but surely I'd begin to shove 5k then 10k then 20k calories in my face, until eventually I'm cramming countless facefuls of straight calories down my gullet, feeding myself cream pie after cream pie for a snack and follow it with a super-sized 100 McNugget meal with a 5 double Big Macs for lunch! I want you to make me too fat to even feed myself so you simply pour whipping cream into my face and jiggle your tits as I lay upon the couch, hopelessly addicted to you and helpless to prevent my meteoric rise into your prized hog. I dream of my prize hog status and even right now has my piggy dick twitching excitement. Nothing I can do but obey my mistress because she owns me in every way and even if by some weird reckoning I found the strength to disobey and try to rebel you would simply starve me in submission, denying me the precious calories, salt and fat I need so much now. And after only a few hours on this new "diet" I'd willfully open my mouth you upon which you'd fill like a balloon until even my flab-rolled belly was looking tight from the gigantic food baby in it that's getting so close to bursting at the seams! And once I was in this glutted state of euphoria you'd so erotically mock me, not about my weight or devotion, but at me how you have changed me forever. How it's simple act of eating a whole box of confections for you is what is actually beginning to turn me on and how just being h#$%ated by you isn't enough. No, you want me to face the constant bombardment of h#%^liation from the general public as I walk through a mall and people walk way around me so they don't have to be next to a sweaty blimp like me. How my f****y will be ashamed to have such a grotesque ball of blubber for a ***. And as I'd squeeze my growing gut, I practically feel the fat flow onto my body bringing myself closer and closer to that inevitable day when my legs give way under the sheer immensity of the enormous loser I've fed myself into under your command, bringing myself closer to making you pleased with me, as I lay immobilized and chaste from the incomprehensible layers of adipose flesh and becoming an actual living monument of the power you hold over a man as weak as me that you can show off to your friends who will be in awe of just how much control I've ceded over to you! Finally, I can only lay drooling weakly and stare at your body as I swell like a flesh balloon for your amusement as you mock me, watching as you use your hands to show just how wide I'm going to get, puffing your cheeks out as you show how huge my belly is going to get!