Now that Ive gained past my last goal of going from 175ish to 350 pounds.My only goal is to have someone sleep on the ground as my fat engorged body spills over the edge of the biggest Cali king bed we can get. There certainly won’t be enough room for
I have been eating like a pig. And then chugging milk afterwards, to fill myself up completely. I am so full and it feels sooo gooood...All this food, going straight to my belly, making it bigger every day....It excites me. I like to think about it while
Remember that one mistress of the French king who tailored her dresses to expose her favorite tit? Okay that, but all of my clothes tailored so my gut can hang out 😝
