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I can’t help but smirk as I settle my big, blubbery blob-bod right on top of this tiny man, treating him like he’s nothing more than my personal chair. He’s so slim, so small beneath me—it’s almost like he disappears under all this weight. The more I eat, the more he feels it; every bite of this big, decadent slice of cake adds just a little more softness, a little more heaviness pressing down on him. I barely even register him beneath me—I’m too busy savoring the rich, sweet mouthfuls, too focused on feeding the fat while he’s pinned beneath it.