I know that a fat slob like you can't stop yourself. And why should you stop what you love? Stuffing, growing, eating, gaining; your body is getting out of control. I think it's time to accept your inevitable end, your fetish becoming fatal. You are well on your way to becoming a fat fucking blob, soon to be bed bound and completely dependent on me. I will gladly feed you and keep your rolls clean, and see you to the bittersweet end. Features harsh encouragement and degradation. Gender neutral language.