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!

Oops… these jeans hugged me just right last year. Now my big, blubbery belly and wide, ample ass have completely taken over.