Becoming Dommy Step-Mommy's Himbo Hog

Description: You embarrassed me. right there at the dinner party, mouthing off in front of everyone—loud, petty, arguing about some ridiculous it nonsense like it mattered. not anymore; i sent in your resignation letter myself, effective immediately. no more job. no more responsibilities. no more pretending you’re part of normal human society. from now on, you exist for one reason only: to get fatter for me. you won’t lift a finger—no chores, no errands, nothing. just napping, eating, watching your dumb shows, playing video games, and gorging yourself. the house is going to groan under the weight of all the food. all the delivery apps are preloaded with my credit card, ready to keep you mindless, slow, and stuffed. that’s all. your world is shrinking down to the size of your gut, soft, heavy, and getting bigger by the day. that troublesome mouth of yours? it’s not for talking anymore. do you understand? from now on, you're not allowed to open that mouth of yours unless it's for another bite, sip, or moan of gluttonous satisfaction. when you're too full to speak but still greedy for more, you'll beg with your eyes. you're not a man anymore—you’re mine. my personal himbo hog, mindless, gluttonous, and growing. a belly-bound blob whose entire world is shrinking down to food, fat, and the feeling of being full. exactly the way i want you.