 Tracy came to me wanting to buy my clothes.
Tracy came to me wanting to buy my clothes.
I giggled when he told me what size he was…
Dress size 14, Mine is a size 2.
He is 5’10” 188lbs!!
Such a fucking gross fatty!
He is now on a quest to fit into my clothes.
His first test is to be on a completely liquid diet until he loses 8.5 pounds.
He can do it, if he doesn’t want to be a gross fat fuck any more.
He has to send me pictures of himself on the scale.
He is starting off by purging all that he has eaten today. I want him to take laxatives and only have liquids.
If Tracy eats solid food before I tell him He will be punished.
His cock will be tortured and abused and he will be giving a enema until he is completely cleaned out.
He will be my pretty skinny princess.
Tracy, If You haven’t lost 8.5 pounds I will be very angry.
Your body will take the pain and I will have all the pleasure of beating the fat out of you.
I don’t want a fat slob trying to fit into my clothes.
I am no doctor, but I know how to make you skinny!
 Please me Tracy and you will be as slim as me one day, or you will suffer.
Please me Tracy and you will be as slim as me one day, or you will suffer. 
 
                
                                    



