Fat vtubers are disgusting. It's thinking about Mio that offends me the most. There is nothing attractive about a woman who can't control herself. The idea that a woman could be so easily manipulated as to associate food with sexual pleasure is abhorrent. Even the thought of a previously toned stomach and trim waist being lost under a sea of fat is enough to make me sick.
Picture her looking at you in sheer embarrassment while trying to hide her flabby belly from your eyes, her entire overweight and under-worked body slick with sweat from the struggle of trying to fit into her pants. Can you think of anything less arousing? The first time you struggle to reach around her expanded hips to spoon with her in bed, as if you would even want to touch a hideous pile of blubber like her. Her appetite increasing in tandem with the difficulty of pleasuring her from behind. Not that this position would ever be able to pleasure you. Even so much as imagining the feeling of her cellulite ridden ass cheeks wobbling against your manhood should evoke nausea.
I can't even begin to think about dealing with her excuses for her now morbidly obese figure. She'll tell you it was the pregnancy that did it to her, as if the baby forced her to eat an entire cheesecake in one sitting. She'll tell you that older women can't help but put on a little weight, as if gaining nearly 200 pounds since graduating is perfectly normal. She'll tell you it's your fault for leaving all those snacks around the house, as if a woman her age shouldn't be expected to be in control of her diet.
She might even try squeezing into that lingerie you bought her when you first met all those years ago and expect you to still be attracted to her in it, as if her sagging gut completely hiding the panties from view could ever be seen as sexy. Not that you would want to be able to see her unkempt bush poking out of every part of it, she hasn't shaved in months since she complained about it being too hard to reach. Not that she even needs the panties when her cellulite covered thighs touch from her pussy almost to her knees, completely hiding anything from view. Even her own tail won't be able to reach all the way around the fat pillar she calls a leg soon.
The crotch isn't the only problem though, she really acts as if her love handles rolling over the straps is some sort of enhancement to the look. Her stretch-marked, veiny breasts pouring out of the cups of her bra, her backfat pressing around the band so severely it's about to explode any second is supposed to turn you on? How pathetic. The lace pattern of the panties that used to outline and accentuate her ass so perfectly would be completely lost between her flabby cheeks now, even just one sneeze would be enough to make the whole outfit explode off of her.
I have to stop writing this now, the thought of her grunting like a pig in heat, panting and wheezing as she tries to force her sweat-drenched, wobbling lard-sack of a body to keep any sort of rhythm while riding me and crushing me under her immense weight is enough to make me ill.
