The Weight of Me. (Patreon)

Your servitude has only ever worked in my favor.

The longer you stay beneath me, the more I crave.

I like the way my body spills when I press down on your face, across your chest, and how easily you sink into the mattress when I decide you belong there.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

I’ve grown greedy. I want all of it. All of you. And the heavier I become, the more you give.

Each milestone makes you generous.

Each number that rises on the scale leaves you giving more and more.

Your appetite hasn’t slowed mine.

Your submission and our time together has forced me into larger clothes.

1X

2X

3X

My ass sways now. My thighs wobble with every step. The scale passed 300 and I didn’t bother to look back. Getting used to using both your face and your funds has left me satisfied in more ways than one. You exist to support the weight of me.

Something primal has ignited in me.

I can’t get enough anymore.

Getting off while you’re beneath me is effortless. You’re no longer just a person…

you’re something I ache to prey upon. To keep you contained under me while you beg, knowing your words don’t matter to me.

When you look up at me with those pleading eyes, I see the truth behind them.

“Don’t let me go.”

Your mouth lies, even as your body remains still.

“Please don’t do this…”

Every time I hover over you, bare and heavy, I feel it coming.

That rush of control has left me feeling

so…

fucking…

Powerful.

Your hands on my hips tell me everything. You feel how much wider I’ve grown. How much more space I take up and just how little room I leave for you.

And still, you stay underneath me.

To serve me.

Nothing about me will ever shrink.

You kiss my softened inner thighs and press your hands into the vastness of my ass while your tongue grazes my cunt and clit as if it were the key for your survival.

I can no longer see you when I look down. All that fills my vision now are my fattened tits and the rounded, rolling weight of my stomach resting on my thighs as I use you for a throne.

Your pathetic submissive whimpers remind me of just how heavy I truly am. My joints begin to strain from getting so big so quickly. The heat building deep inside me, making my legs tremble. All of our long sessions has built up to this very moment of perfection.

Just the thought of you helping my body grow makes my pussy throb harder as your tongue circles and laps my clit, your chin and chest soaked. My legs can barely hold out, caught between the strain of my weight and the pleasure between them.

Images flood my mind. My belly expanding. Taking up more space. Being fed, caressed, and indulged. My weight slowly creeping toward four hundred pounds. Our shared fantasies are becoming an erotic reality that is gradually taking over both of our lives.

The more weight I gain, the riskier it becomes to sit like this for pleasure.

How heavy can I get before it’s nearly impossible to stay seated for you?

So which will come first…

Telling you I’m too big for this position?

Or crushing you beneath me… 🖤