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I can see that boy’s parents are the best

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completely trapped by the concept of an ass that’s too fat to fuck

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You meet an angel. They're the most beautiful creature you've ever seen with porcelain skin and wings with feathers as soft as clouds. Above their head is a gorgeous halo of radiant light. You are immediately enraptured by them.

The angel is curious about the mortal world so you show them all around your street and take them home. You feel embarrassed by all of the kinky shit you have lying around but they simply ask what it is all for.

You explain in much detail as shame wells in your chest and your cheeks burn about how some people enjoy being collared like dogs and others like being struck. You show them your collection of cocks, embarrassingly describing how your people enjoy not only the cocks of humans but those shaped like animals and creatures of myth.

They ask if there are angel dildos, you reply no. They seem disappointed so you offer to let them wear one of your straps to see what it feels like. With some trepidation they accept and soon have a massive silicon dick hanging from their hips.

They ask what they are used for, and you explain. You even offer to let them try, climbing onto the bed and offering up your holes to them. It takes only gentle encouragement before they're slamming into you over and over, stretching you wide as you moan and writhe. They enjoy when you scream "oh god" (it makes the act feel holy) and their unnatural strength makes their thrusts so hard your eyes almost roll back in your head as you cum.

The angel then asks what happened and you explain. The concept seems foreign to them. Angels do not experience such things. At least, they whisper, not in their mortal body. They indicate their halo. That beautiful ring that seems to be glowing even brighter now. You reach up and touch it, and the angel shivers and smiles. Gently you run your fingers around the circle and they let out a whimper that almost sounds pained. You're touching the essence of their being. The body is a projection, the halo is their true self. Your fingers slowly wrap around the halo and their eyes widen and they push you away.

The angel apologizes, to hold them like that would almost be too much. It would feel like controlling them, and they only serve the almighty. You nod along as your mind turns. You spend some time running your fingers along the halo, even pressing a vibrating wand against it which makes them whimper and even let out the most beautiful moan that nearly drives you to tears. Every pose they make is a work of art. Truly they are divine.

You need them. Whether to free them from the control of an uncaring deity or just because you can't bear to lose such a precious creature. You need them.

You continue to edge the angel with toys and fingers and even lapping your drooling tongue along the circle. It tastes like fire and comfort and hope. Your drool turns to gold as it drops onto their face. Eventually you try again, curling just a finger around the rim. They whimper but at this point you had given them so much pleasure they don't, or can't, stop you. You tug on the halo a little and it moves weightlessly, their body following inexorably.

Previously you couldn't get the thing to budge if you tried. But the moment you fully wrap around it, it is yours. The perfect tool of control. And what's more the angel is staring at you now not with confusion or fear but with utter adoring lust. Their tongue is out like a dog. You pull the halo again, yanking hard this time. They fall to the floor beneath it with a yelp of depraved pain. The kind of sound only a pure being could make. The essence of corruption made audible.

You take a leash from your desk. Pulling the angel closer you open the clip and hold it to the ring. You close it.

The angel collapses onto the ground, grasping at their halo in utter and complete ecstasy. Their body convulsing as they moan and whimper and whine and beg and plead and lustfully demand. The whole time the leash held in your hand slowly turning from a simple chain of stainless steel into solid gold inlaid with the most beautiful designs. The leather handle turns pure white. The clip at the end is gone now, the chain is permanently fused to the ring about their head.

The angel relaxes, staring up at you now. Their face the picture of absolute adoration. Worship. Love. Lust. Subservience. You pull on the chain, bringing them closer to you. You grasp their halo and shove it against your crotch, grinding against it lewdly. Utterly claiming it. And then you shove them to the floor and tell them to open their mouth, before riding their face while holding that ring like handlebars.

Angels aren't like you or I. We stole our free will and made our own destiny. We are our own rulers. But an angel? They were made only to serve. They know nothing else.

So why not make them serve you? You'll never find a better fuckdoll.

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corruption kink where the corrupting influence is "getting what you actually want" because I think that ruins and unmakes people in a really radical scary way and opens you up to some powerful forces that will have their way with you like it or not

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Feeding his addiction and filling his lungs with tar

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Just two love birds straining their bedframe💜❤️

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Ssbbw Mama 🔥🔥🔥

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Think about it.. drinking heavy cream and butter by the liter.. such dangerous amounts of cholesterol clogging up your heart and making it work harder and harder... beating faster and faster to get through your enormous body. A “resting” heart rate of 200. The life support meters would be going crazy, your blood pressure off the charts at 190/110 mm/hg. And that just goes up every time you move. you like that? >;)

Well, hello there handsome.😉

I bet you get just excited as I do about it. You’re right, my morbidly obese body will put a lot of stress on my clogged arteries. My heart will pound fast and hard, but I won’t even know that it’s not normal for a 24 year old. I’ll just be so used to my heart giving up. Greedily sucking down a slurry of heavy cream, butter, lard, and sugar. My diabetes out of control. Everything continues to be elevated and I won’t see it coming because I’m stuck in a bed and ignorant to the doleful consequences.

Stop by again anytime. 😘

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Imagine getting a boy addicted to his own breastmilk, but a counter effect of the hormones is weight gain and higher arousal. So you have this poor boy too fat too properly dig into his fat pad to jerk off just runting desperately against anything when he has rare burst of energy that he isnt spending eating or milking himself

Dude I’ve thought about this before. He’s got big swollen breasts and a shelf ass that could take up a whole couch all because of the hormones in his body. Perhaps he has a feeder that makes him drink his own milk (which is basically hormone riddled heavy cream) and the poor boy would just start panting and whining while using his heavy momentum to fuck his fatpad while sitting in bed. Of course, he’d get too tired before he can climax though and his feeder would finish him off

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Some wide boys for your enjoyment

In case you’re wondering, yes doors are difficult for him and no he can’t find jeans that fit

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How I gained 200lbs in 15 months. Hope provides insight/helps you gain!

I gained most of the weight through breaking my metabolism and constant grazing! I basically retrained my hunger signals to where, when the bloat goes down and I feel slightly less like I’m going to burst, I eat immediately. Eventually my body started to understand that not stuffed = hungry. If I’m bored, snack. If I’m happy, celebrate with food. If I’m sad, comfort food. It doesn’t matter what I’m feeling, I associate it all with food.

Eventually your body will somewhat adjust to the copious amounts of food, so gaining stupid amounts of weight won’t really be all that difficult. That’s when you know it’s time to increase the calorie intake. Drinking melted ice cream or cake mix and milk really helps too. It’s stretched out my stomach to the point where it would be impossible to loose the weight. And I just treat it like an extra fattening milkshake.

The process of being constantly stuffed to maximum capacity always has me feeling all hot and bothered, leading me to eat for food. And that eat/sleep cycle leaves me too bloated and swollen to really do much about being all worked up, therefore leading me to keep eating.

And good old smoking the devil’s lettuce helps too. It can take you from stuffed to bursting to ravenous in a matter of minutes. That’s probably responsible for a good portion of the weight on me.