Screenshot from a custom I’m currently working on. Tell me, would you sell your soul to a devil?

Could you resist me like this? Black mesh clinging tight, straps digging into soft fat, rolls spilling heavy. Just a helpless, greedy blob—pleading to be touched, fed, adored. Could you really hold back?

I’m almost naked in a tiny pink thong, piggy ears and snout. Every bite feeds the greedy, gluttonous sow inside me — I love her taking over. I’m stuffing myself into a slow, glorious, immobile blob; watch me lose control as hunger owns me.

These rolls are getting thick!

I was standing in front of the full-length mirror, checking for any changes from all my constant binging. That cute, little fat roll on my lower back had swollen like a lard-filled water balloon. I love the way it looks like an upside down heart!