Have you been a naught fat boy? You just can't seem to stop stuffing that chubby little face of yours and gaining weight. It feels so good to just mindlessly pig out in sweatpants on the couch, rubbing your swollen gut. You're losing control and I love it. I need you to give in and keep growing that big belly for me until it hangs between your weakened thighs. I need you to get so fat, weak, and helpless for me.