Fat Shaming and Feeding

Butterfingers?

Ding-dongs?

Ben and Jerry's?

This just from this afternoon?

You're so pathetic.

When's the last time you even left the house, you worthless hog?

Let me see your shirt.

Come here.

XXXL.

And you look like a tot sausage about to burst in it.

Look, you can't even get the fabric to stay down over your belly.

You're fucking disgusting.

How did you land someone like me?

I should leave your dumbass.

I've got skinny little twinks with washboard abs practically lining up to service me.

Do people even talk to you?

Or does the sight of you make them sad?

Do you know why I allow you to look like this?

Because you're trapped.

No one would have you, you fat fucking loser.

You could barely fit through the front door if I ever had the balls to leave.

I'm gonna go get my cock sucked by someone sexy at the bar, but before I leave, you're

gonna endure some punishment for being so goddamn lazy all day.

Strip down here in front of me.

Let me see every bit of you jiggle like you're made of gelatin.

Hurry the fuck up.

You getting winded from having to stand and hold up your weight?

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