I think about it constantly—the day your belly swells so heavy and vast that it drapes over you like an immovable wall of blubber, locking you in a prison of your own gluttony. No longer able to reach past the sheer bulk of yourself, you'll be trapped beneath it, every ounce of your size a reminder of my control. Too fat to even lay a hand on your own manhood no matter how you struggle to reach, and when you finally realize that your only hope of relief lies in my hands, you’ll understand true submission—every bite, every pound, pulling you deeper under my command.