It's been six years since I embraced this lifestyle. My obsession over fatness has gotten scary intense.
Before I would say, "Yeah, I like you big, you're cute and cuddly."
Now, "I want to be strangled by your tree trunk thighs, write masterpieces about your manboobs, and perish between your belly folds while listening to the ultimate feast digest with my ear against your stomach the way one would try to hear the ocean in a conch shell."
Anyone else feel their preferences evolve this fiercely? Or am I just a freak of nature?
Before I would say, "Yeah, I like you big, you're cute and cuddly."
Now, "I want to be strangled by your tree trunk thighs, write masterpieces about your manboobs, and perish between your belly folds while listening to the ultimate feast digest with my ear against your stomach the way one would try to hear the ocean in a conch shell."
Anyone else feel their preferences evolve this fiercely? Or am I just a freak of nature?
