I’m a simple girl….I’m tired, lazy, and morbidly obese. I al.. (OnlyFans)

I’m a simple girl….I’m tired, lazy, and morbidly obese. I always crave fast food; it’s quick, filled with empty calories, and leaves me eating until I can’t move. I chose pizza *this* time. I ordered a white pizza that’s nothing but cheese. The “sauce” is literally ricotta and it’s topped with mozzarella. We all know cheese is thick and loaded with calories, the bread just adds to the appeal. I got a classic pepperoni too, extra greasy and salty. I can’t get enough of stuffing myself with all this unhealthy food in my most comfortable place, wearing my most comfy clothes. My nightgown is a 4X that gets a little tighter each time I put it on but it’s still loose enough that I can overstuff myself until it hurts. Its easy to lift up so I can grab and jiggly my belly, easy to take on and off, it’s perfect for a growing girl. I can also see my huge, sagging thighs while I gorge myself. I look like my mobility is declining in this gown and it makes me horny af. My goal is to fill it out until it’s too tight to put on my flabby arms. This routine has become almost nightly, my growing ass plopping on my bed, my chubby hands and wrists shoveling food down my throat, grease dripping down my double chin. Nothing is hotter than watching me grow while I succumb to obesity and the lifestyle that comes with it. Everything is harder but I just get hungrier. It takes more and more food to fill up my double belly. 
 I really need a feeder to take me to the next level….make me an unrecognizable, unhealthy pig of a girl. Heavy, out of breath, needy, everything a pig should be. 🐽🐽