Grr.
Today was a great day. I spent the majority of it lounging in my chair. Now - let me tell a little story about lounging in my chair. I'm not like most people; I admit that. And my chair is a place of comfort. There, my countless rolls of thick fat are free to roll over the naked bulk of my now-vestigal-looking legs. On my chair, I am free to be alone with myself, and the seven-year-old-girl now fused with the flesh of my left arm. She sometimes wakes up and screams, but most of the time, her head is lolled back, and she's mumbling something incomprehensible. ^_^ SO KEWT! <3
I masturbate, whilst I'm on my chair, too, I admit that. I sink the stub-like fingers of my thick, fatty arm into my breeding sac, gently caressing the errogenous tentacles there with the bare tips of my fingers. Sensuous. It takes a wallop out of me, though. It's hard to move nowadays, and I have trouble breathing when I masturbate too often. And sometimes I get pregnant, to boot.
They're cute when they're newly formed, but the fetii die before long. I keep the husks of my failed spawn in a box in my closet. I found myself craving the comforts of my chair, today, when I decided to go outside. It started out nice enough, though I had trouble finding clothes which would fit me. I went with some old jeans-shorts and a sweater.
The sun was beautiful - I forgot how nice a sunny day was. But the people were mean. Well, they didn't say anything, but just sorta looked at me, and when I spoke to them, they didn't answer. Worse of all, I started to crave woman-flesh again. I'm a beautiful zwitter, I shouldn't need someone else. She was a little plump, in a cute way. And had this sweet round baby-face. But she didn't like me. Of course she didn't. I'm a freak. I weigh a ton, and just crawl around on atrophied leg-stumps.
Not that she said anything. I considered pressing on, but then I just went home, to my chair, and World of Warcraft.
I masturbate, whilst I'm on my chair, too, I admit that. I sink the stub-like fingers of my thick, fatty arm into my breeding sac, gently caressing the errogenous tentacles there with the bare tips of my fingers. Sensuous. It takes a wallop out of me, though. It's hard to move nowadays, and I have trouble breathing when I masturbate too often. And sometimes I get pregnant, to boot.
They're cute when they're newly formed, but the fetii die before long. I keep the husks of my failed spawn in a box in my closet. I found myself craving the comforts of my chair, today, when I decided to go outside. It started out nice enough, though I had trouble finding clothes which would fit me. I went with some old jeans-shorts and a sweater.
The sun was beautiful - I forgot how nice a sunny day was. But the people were mean. Well, they didn't say anything, but just sorta looked at me, and when I spoke to them, they didn't answer. Worse of all, I started to crave woman-flesh again. I'm a beautiful zwitter, I shouldn't need someone else. She was a little plump, in a cute way. And had this sweet round baby-face. But she didn't like me. Of course she didn't. I'm a freak. I weigh a ton, and just crawl around on atrophied leg-stumps.
Not that she said anything. I considered pressing on, but then I just went home, to my chair, and World of Warcraft.