Watching My Princess

Description: Princess: oh my, that was such an indulgent breakfast - i simply could not eat another bite! sigh, something about filling my belly always makes so happy and feel so sexy. anyway, i’d better get to cleaning up the mess i made from breakfast - the washing isn’t going to do itself, after all. i put on some music while i work, feeling very much the heavy housewife whilst i dance and sway my hips to the music. yet, i can’t help but feel like something is off. my speaker keeps warning me of its battery being low, but i have a feeling there is something else - like i’m being watched or something…ghost: my obsession started the moment i saw her. she was waddling down the bakery aisle at the grocery store, her beautiful, ample body swaying and jiggling as she walked, pushing a cart that she greedily filled up with fattening snacks, donuts, whipped cream, food for who knows how many meals. her long, flowing raven-coloured hair, those enchanting blue eyes, her voracious appetite and obvious addiction to pleasure along with the body of an absolute goddess almost had me on my knees with need of her. and so, i’ve been watching her. through her window for days now. she doesn’t know i watch her, but i think she’s starting to feel my presence. sitting outside now, watching her move and sway and shake to her music while she cleans up the kitchen like a good housewife has my need for her aching - the need to tie her up, watch her strain and struggle while i feed her, stuff her and make her even fatter…