Save My Baby Before Too Late

Save my baby before too late

My little girl is suffering from a lack of nutrition and dehydration😭😭, please help me save my baby before it's too late

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https://www.gofundme.com/f/save-ibrahim-family

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hearing 'good boy, good boy, good boy, good boy' chanted breathlessly over and over while they're ruthlessly pounding you into the mattress. thats it thats the post

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No. The dozens of bags of Halloween candy in my cart aren't for the trick-or-treaters. The hundreds of thousands of calories in caramel, chocolate, nougat, cream, and just pure sugar aren't for the eager kids who'll come by my house next month.

They're for the lovely hog that lives in my house. The one who lays on my couch with a stomach that weighs nearly twice as much as me. The one who can't get to their feet without audibly groaning in exertion as they try to will their legs to work. The one who wears shirts that barely cover their chest, but can't even begin to cover the absolute yoga ball of a stomach that they've developed. The one who asks me to rub their belly when their arms can no longer reach the swollen front of it after a hearty stuffing session.

The one who I'm going to put in a tight, sexy costume and help hand feed the candy to on Halloween night, only stopping when the costume's seams finally pop and all the weight we just packed into them becomes easily visible as their rolls fall forward.

Opening this again, but you can request really anything now though

send inspo anons and I'll write little feeder/feedee/wg/inflation/eggpreg blurbs for them <3

You'd look lovely on your knees, looking up at me with a soft gaze. Allowed to take your place beside my desk. Curled up on a plush dog bed. Your leash attached to your collar and loosely wrapped around my fist.

Leisurely, I let your head rest against my thigh. I give you a head pat for being so docile and obedient as you slip into a warm fuzzy frame of mind. Your thoughts dulled at the edges, lulled into a relaxed state. The soft clicks of my keyboard as I work fades to the background. Your only task—to be a nice pretty pup at my feet. Adored, cared for, comfortable.

I'll decide whether I want to use you by the end of the work day or not. Imagining the way your eyes will slip closed. Soothed by the weight and feeling of my thick cock filling your drooly little mouth. Lapping and licking to your hearts content. Tasting my skin, taking in my scent like a good puppy should. No clear goal in mind to make me cum or rush, just pure sensual enjoyment.