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What are we filling your pig trough with, Ellie? It has to be something that will keep you occupied while your harem takes turns breeding you on all fours
Help. My brain is really a mess of horny thoughts today. Just imagine if I (as it is my fantasy) was the sole feedee living in a house full of feeders who all worked on different schedules (or the same schedule) (oh and maybe cross swords occasionally idk) and fed me in a rotating schedule and provided me with multiple meals a day, weed and snuggles and forehead kisses and creampies (or even fisting, lord help me).
I would very happily weigh a gajillion pounds they’d just all have to devote their lives and love to me.
Have I ever mentioned I’ve always wanted to be a succubus?
Wait what was the question?
Right.
I want a trough full of pancakes that have been double soaked in a bucket of melted butter so that they’re dripping like a ridiculously greasy pepperoni pizza. I want fluffy eggs with cheese and sausage and crispy fatty bacon and I want all of this soaked in syrup. Oh and a funnel of orange juice. This is a very specific erotic desire but I’m on the floor stoned right now so. That sounds really good.
Yesterday I spent most of the day at a family meeting, several people were shocked that I had gained so much weight, and I wanted to tell them: yes, I am big and I will get bigger :p