Gained 30 Pounds In Two Months And Now None Of My Pants Fit Anymore And My Moobs Press Up Against Every

gained 30 pounds in two months and now none of my pants fit anymore and my moobs press up against every shirt i own. am i doing this right?

friendly reminder that u dont need to make small talk with me

I love it most when u call me vile names, send me porn of girls being degraded and explain to me why I'm inferior to Men. Remind me im worthless and tell me the gross things u think I'd deserve to do. Laugh at me being a feminist and question if I really am.

In a group of men, they all pretend to be my friend, but they secretly plan to play a game. They get me to go to party at one of their houses, and when I get there they huddle around me and tear off my clothes. My arms are chained behind my back and I’m thrown onto a bed where my legs are spread open and tied to the bedposts. They’ve all placed bets on who will be the first to breed me. I whimper when they take turns sticking it in raw, dumping their loads into me. When they’re all finished, they put a plug to keep the cum in my pussy, and then they leave for the night. The next morning, the plug is removed and they take turns once again. My eyes widen in fear when I realize what they’re trying to do. Three times a day, every day, they unloaded their balls deep inside me. By the time a test finally came back positive, my poor cunt was bruised and swollen. They finally unchained me, but when I stumbled to the door it was locked. They laughed at me and groped at my sensitive tits and pussy. I cried as they left again. Eventually I was allowed to wander the house, but only in the nude, where I was constantly bent over whenever the men needed relief. As I reached my due date the men had fun squirting my milk into their mouths and patting my stomach, theorizing who’s it would be. I gave birth as they watched in amusement, and they immediately took the baby and took a sample. Some time passed and they came back and I begged them to finally let me go. To my horror, they explained that one of the men had their baby, but I still needed to provide one for the other 7. And they immediately got to work, pumping me full and plugging up my abused cunt once again.

Strip me down and enjoy my discomfort at being exposed. Casually jiggle my belly as I look away in shame. Make me get on the scales and be shocked at how high the number is. Write it on my fat rolls. Bend me over the bed and lecture me for being a greedy lazy blubber ball. Spank me, one for every kilo; or worse one for every pound. Get harder as you go, swapping for wooden spoon, paddle then cane. When I'm a sobbing mess remind me this would have been a much shorter spanking if I was thin, and I deserve it since it's my own fault. Tell me we'll be doing this every week until I've lost enough weight.

Humping Progressions

Stage 1: You hump the arm of the couch for five minutes leading up to my arrival. I text you when it’s time to start. You do this only wearing panties. When I arrive you take off your panties and be on your knees by the door ready to serve.

Stage 2: You hump a pillow on the floor in front of me, reading my degrading script to get you deep into submissive headspace. At the end of every paragraph you look me in the eyes and say “thank you Daddy.” If you don’t read it or perform to my satisfaction, I have you start over.

Stage 3: You hump my shoe while I sit in my reading chair. I’ll be expecting to hear your pathetic whimpering and little girl noises while you hump my shoe.

Stage 4: You hump my knee (put down a towel, don’t ruin my suit pants) while I choke and release your neck in cycles while I have you alternate begging me to fuck you and thanking me for allowing you to hump for me.

Stage 5: You stand at my side. I hold one hand out in a fist with my index finger pointed out straight. You mount my finger and hump it, sliding your soaking wet slit along my finger slowly. You twist and pinch your nipples roughly as you hump, causing yourself pain. While doing this I have you degrade yourself by telling me what a whore you are, how pathetic and desperate you are, and how you’ll do anything to please me.

Stage 6: You are on my lap, facing away. Legs split on either side of my lap. I have you lean forward to where your head is all the way down at my feet. Your holes are now fully exposed to me. I have you hump against my cock and have you beg me to watch your holes as you perform for me. I spank you as you hump, making you whimper and thank me with every swat.

Then I decide if I’m going to fuck you or not, depending on the quality of your performance.

I want to hear all the icky things people want to do to me so bad. I want to be a sloppy free use fuck hole for people to just take out all their aggression on. I wish I could be a stress reliever for a whole office or maybe even a football team to just unwind during their busy stressful day by just wrecking my cunt. I want them to shove random objects in me to see what makes me whine and moan, all the whole saying:

“That’s a good cocksleave, just like that”

“Oh are you going to cum to being raped? What a good piece of fuckmeat”

“Everyone come look! The sluts going to cry from overstimulation aww I think as a reward we should all breed their silly mind away”

Just nnngghhh I want to be used until I can’t think, cum dripping out of my needy hole