when they're loud as they cum. moaning, groaning, breathing heavily. let me hear that my holes are bringing you pleasure. let me hear that using me feels so good you're gonna shoot your load inside of me or onto my naked body. let me hear you, i beg you.

you’re so weak for pretty brats 💜

Any ass that can handle it?

🎀Dressing up so cute and girly makes me feel so submissive and innocent🎀

About to go to bed! It's so hot in here~<3

buy me lots of toys that are initially designed to bring women pleasure. vibrating dildos, rabbit vibes, clit sucking toys, little bullet vibes, magic wands. and whenever you buy me a pretty new toy, use it to edge me relentlessly. and then, when i'm reduced to a begging, nonsense babbling mess, desperate for an orgasm, tell me that i will never get to cum with this toy. that if you grant me the pleasure of cumming, it'll be with your cock or your fingers or your mouth, or maybe in a degrading way like having to hump or getting whipped until i slip over the edge. but never with this toy. tell me i will never in my life get to experience what intense pleasure this toy could actually bring me.

repeat this for every toy that you get me.

You are dumb, dummer 😵‍💫

Let me feed your soul abit of me hehe 🐮🐮

🐮🤤

This is a older video from when my hair was red

Ownership

I’ve been growing all this fat for you for so long.

Slap my fat gut hard. Teach that sagging sack of meat a lesson in large surface areas. Hit my entire torso until it’s not fun anymore.

Grasp my blubbery rolls, and squish them until I bruise. Squeeze them like a stress ball and leave pretty color changing spots. Press into my soft sides, and pinch.

Scratch my pillowy hips. Scrape my swollen back fat. Threaten to rip my delicate, soft skin with your nails.

Hit my huge sandbag thighs, or big, bulging upper arms. Beat them until the frustration goes away. They’re just solid lard anyway. Two overfilled punching bags. Two sacks of flour.

Spank my gigantic ass. Use all that heavy, round flab to relieve tension. Make my ass cheeks jiggle. Bruise them. They’re huge. 

Use me like a dog toy. Bite and chew and squeeze until I squeak. Suck on all this flesh you’ve been cultivating until you’ve tasted your fill. I’m solid food now. Eat me, ravage me, abuse me. Sink your teeth into all this prime meat you’ve been marbling. Tenderize me. Taste me. Take me. Ogle me, objectify me, degrade me. After all, I’m just hundreds of pounds of soft, pliable, stupid lard. 

But after all of that? Hold me. Caress the marks you’ve left, and the ones I’ve made from overfilling. Let’s go out for some food. Help me recharge. Tell me I did good as a stress relief beanbag, and add to my filling. Hug me. Kiss me. Tell me you love me how I am. Rub those poor bruises. Clean me. Dress me. Save me all for you. 

A word of advice though: be careful what you wish for. 

I’m used to being in this body. I know what it can do. It’s easy to use all this weight and mass to my advantage. Yank you around. Fling you. Push you over. Crush, smush, and suffocate.

Those jaws are working constantly for you, and they can bite! Hard. Relentless, continuous chewing.

These legs hold up all that lovely heft every day. They’re powerful. Strong. Toned underneath the fat. Do you want to know what a kick feels like? 

That gut can eat everything in sight, with ease. Even your food. You wouldn’t wanna be hungry right? Say it wanted your food…could you resist? 

Every day you’re moments away from being smothered, or crushed, or pushed down, or the object of your desires making demands you can’t resist. This fat, heavy, luxurious body…it controls you. You’re a slave to it. We both are. 

It’s good to be owned, isn’t it?

stealing your big brothers boxers because you love how they smell of his cock and how they make you feel when you wear them and look in the mirror. you cant help but start fingering yourself in them, you look just like a boy, just like a little version of him. youre moaning out his name, soaking his underwear in your slick.

thats when he catches you.

he pins you down on your bed, so much older and bigger than you, telling you how much of a dirty pervert you are, masturbating in your big brothers boxers like a degenerate. he decides he has to punish you for desecrating his shit. he starts tickling you, holding you down with his weight as he straddles you. you try to resist, but its futile. youre so tiny against him. you hate the feeling, the overwhelming overstimulation pricking tears in your eyes, but your crying just spurs him on more, intent on making you soil yourself, on humiliating you more than he already has. the muscles in your bladder tense and retract, youre fighting to keep it all in, but you cant hold it any longer. at first its just a drip dampening his boxers, only for the floodgates to open and the piss to spread down your inner thighs, soaking the bed and making a big warm wet patch in his underwear. he laughs at how fucking pathetic you are beneath him.

'well, now that theyre really ruined, no point in keeping them on right.....?'

need daddy to cum all over me while i edge so i don't forget whose orgasms actually matter 🩷

Ready for my session… I hope he’s ready to take my strap. 🤗

Can we get a clip of you degrading ur breasts for us by slapping it?

I bet we'd all love to see it bounce

👾

Bounce bounce bounce

Imagine punish a brat by tying them down and overstimming them with toys. They start off defiant and curse you while cumming a few times.

"F-Fuck you"

"I hate y-you"

"Y-You suck"

So you just sit there, keeping them nice and stimulated while they cum over and over again until they need to use you for support and start breaking.

"fuckfuckfuck"

"You're doing so good, darling. We'll keep going until you learn your lesson"

Until they start begging and apologizing for being a brat for no reason.

"pleasepleasepleaseimsorryitwonthappenagain"

When they're clearly overstimmed and tired but you just keep pushing them anyway.

"P-Please it's too much, I can't cum anymore" they'll whine and whimper

But you just keep going until they orgasm again.

"What are you talking about? You clearly can keep going, you liar"

So you punish them for "lying" to you with more overstimulation, watching them slowly spiral more out of control as their consciousness slips.

Completely an imaginary situation though