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.