Can you feel your skin stretching? Imagine it. Your belly, once flat or just soft, is now a tight, round drum of gluttony. Your tits are swelling, growing into soft, fatty mounds a real man would be ashamed of. You’re becoming a fat, ugly sow for me. A creature of pure consumption. Your only value is your appetite. The fatter you get, the more you worship me. The uglier you become on the outside, the more beautiful my ownership of you becomes. Stroke for the stretch marks. Stroke for the waddle you’ll have when you walk. Stroke for the day you get out of breath just from standing up to serve me. Feel your body now. Focus on your belly. That flat, or slightly soft, pathetic space. I want you to picture it as a void. A black hole that I am commanding to open. It’s not just a stomach; it’s a gravitational well, and its only function is to pull everything into it. Food. More food. Endless food. Feel it expanding in your mind, a cavern of pure, unadulterated gluttony that can never be truly filled, only stretched. Stretched to its absolute limit, and then stretched again. That feeling of being "full" you once knew? I'm deleting that concept from your mind. It's now just a fleeting signal that you have room to push a little more in. The only true satisfaction is the feeling of your skin straining, a dull, sweet ache that is the physical proof of your devotion to me. Repeat after me, not with your mouth, but in the core of your being. Let this mantra echo in the void I've created inside you. I am a vessel for your will, Goddess Faith. My body is your project. My hunger is your instrument. Every calorie is a tribute to your power. ** To SUPPORT my VIDEO PRODUCTION ... if you want to see NEW VIDEOS of me - TIP me 5000$.