Serving soft, thick, and unstoppable in this tank and mini. Walking down the street like I own it—because I do.

Big 'ol blob butt

Mmm, I know you’re tired, baby, but feeding a spoiled pig like me isn’t cheap. I’ve gotten too fat and lazy to cook—I need greasy fast food, constant calories. You’re not just my feeder, you’re my provider. Keep earning while I keep growing.

Fitness is obsolete—no more chasing prey or fleeing predators. Comfort is king now. Fat is evolution’s triumph, and you’ve embraced it in all its soft, glorious perfection.

This weekend is all about indulgence; Friday-Sunday, I’ll keep you stuffed beyond reason—your belly taut, your body growing softer, heavier. You were meant to be enormous, my overfed prize, too massive to move. We’ll push your limits and break them.