Fat mothers dive deeper into the tasks omitted to be degraded
**Day 5**
I travelled to the park on the opposite side of the city wearing a loose dress with nothing underneath. My heavy breasts — those soft, overfull cow udders — swung freely and bounced with every step. The soft undersides slapped lightly against the upper fold of my belly. I felt filthy already.
I sat on a bench in a quieter corner and began the exposure. I shifted so the dress rode up my thick thighs. I leaned forward so the neckline gaped and the heavy weight of my tits became obvious. I recorded short clips while quietly degrading myself.
“Look at this fat body. These cow udders. This soft gut. Anyone can see.”
Several people walked past. I made sure at least six different faces appeared clearly in the photos and videos I took of my exposed soft flesh.
Then I saw the beggar.
He was filthy, sitting against a low wall. My heart hammered against the heavy weight of my breasts as I approached him. I did not speak much. I simply pulled him behind a thick tree, lifted my dress, and put his dirty hand between my thick thighs. When that was not enough for the points I wanted, I dropped to my knees on the dirt, took out his cock, and sucked him.
I made him cum three times.
The first time he finished in my mouth. The second time I aimed him onto the soft undersides of my cow-udder breasts. The third time I swallowed again while he called me a fat pig and a dirty soft whore. I recorded the audio of every insult.
Six people in the exposure photos = 60 points.
Beggar act = 20 points.
Daily bonus = 20 points.
**Day 5 total: 100 points.**
**Running total: 1750 points.**
On the long ride home I sat with my soft thighs pressed together, the taste of the beggar still in my mouth, and fought the same dangerous thought: how easy it would be to let my husband smell it on me. How much I wanted the family to somehow know what this fat body had done. The want scared me. It also made my cunt throb.
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**Day 6**
I inserted a thick carrot into my cunt and another into my ass before leaving the house. Then I wore only a hijab and a thin abaya. Nothing underneath. My heavy cow-udder breasts swung freely beneath the fabric. The soft weight of them was obvious with every step.
I walked through the busy mall for more than an hour, feeling the carrots shift inside my fat body whenever my thick thighs moved.
In the supermarket section I went further.
I took five fresh carrots. One by one, in a quiet aisle near the back, I got five different staff members — young men restocking shelves — to each push one carrot into me. Two into my cunt. Three into my ass. I held my abaya open just enough. I kept my face calm. I whispered that it was a dare. Most of them laughed nervously and did it. One spat on the carrot first.
Five carrots inserted by staff = 5 × 10 = 50 points for the insertions + 20 points for getting staff to do it.
Daily bonus = 20 points.
**Day 6 total: 90 points.**
**Running total: 1840 points.**
That night I removed the original carrots at home and stared at my soft body in the mirror. My breasts hung like swollen udders. My belly looked heavier. I wanted the stranger to see the number 1840 and decide that this fat body deserved to be ruined. At the same time I kept imagining serving the staff-inserted carrots to my family. The thought made me feel sick with lust and shame.
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**Day 7**
Before going live I wrote the most degrading things I could think of across my soft fat body in thick black marker.
Across the heavy undersides of my cow-udder breasts: “FAT MILK TANKS – SPIT HERE”
On my soft hanging belly: “SOFT TOILET GUT”
On each thick thigh: “OPEN THESE FAT LEGS”
Above my cunt: “DIRTY HOLES FOR STRANGERS”
On both ass cheeks: “USE THE PIG”
Then I went live for exactly thirty minutes, face hidden.
I showed every word. I asked the viewers to tell me how to degrade this soft body further and what to put inside my holes. They did. I followed.
I inserted fourteen different objects while they watched — markers, peeled cucumbers, a small bottle, a thick candle, the handle of a hairbrush, and more. My heavy breasts swung and slapped against my marker-covered belly with every movement. I only claimed points for three of the objects, as ordered.
All the comments during the thirty minutes were positive. They praised the fat body, the writing, the obedience. No one said anything negative.
Three countable objects = 30 points.
All-positive comments bonus = 20 points.
Daily bonus = 20 points.
**Day 7 total: 70 points.**
**Running total: 1910 points.**
Afterwards I sat on the floor, marker smeared, holes sore, and cried again. The number was climbing. The higher it went, the more I wanted him to come and treat these cow-udder breasts and this soft gut like garbage. And still the darker wish grew: the wish to somehow make my family part of the degradation.
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**Day 8**
I went to a large public restroom in a busy market area.
I found the toilet cleaner — an older woman — and begged her in a low voice. I let her push the dirty toilet brush fully into my ass while I braced against the stall wall. My heavy breasts hung and swung. She laughed and called me a dirty fat sow. Then she pissed into a small plastic bottle and made me drink it in front of her.
Afterwards I paid a street tattoo artist (a tall trans woman) to put temporary degrading tattoos on the soft undersides of both my cow-udder breasts and across both ass cheeks. While she worked I sucked her cock until she finished in my mouth. Then I earned the bonus: I bent over, let her fuck my ass, and took her piss inside me when she was done.
Four tattoos = 40 points.
Toilet brush = 20.
Drinking the cleaner’s piss = 20.
Sucking the trans woman = 20.
Bonus for getting fucked and pissed in the ass = 20.
Daily bonus = 20.
**Day 8 total: 140 points.**
**Running total: 2050 points.**
I came home with the temporary tattoos still dark on my soft skin and the feeling of her piss leaking out of me. I wanted the stranger to see the total and decide that 2050 points was enough to completely destroy this fat body. At the same time I kept thinking about my husband. About how easy it would be to leave the bathroom door open. About how much I wanted him to see the tattoos on the undersides of my heavy tits.
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**Day 9**
The adult theatre was half empty, dark, and smelled of old cum and dust.
I sat in the back rows and openly masturbated, my thick thighs spread, my soft belly rising and falling. My heavy cow-udder breasts were half out of my loose top. Men noticed.
I let eight different men touch me — hands on my soft belly, fingers pinching the heavy tits, palms sliding up my thick thighs.
Then I serviced eight of them with my mouth until they finished. Some came on my tongue. Some aimed for the soft undersides of my breasts. I made sure each one looked at my fat body and said the required words: “You are a dirty filthy whore but very sexy.”
Eight men touching = 80 points.
Eight men serviced = 8 × 20 = 160 points.
Daily bonus = 20 points.
**Day 9 total: 260 points.**
**Running total: 2310 points.**
I rode the bus home with the taste of strangers still thick in my mouth and the words “dirty filthy whore but very sexy” repeating in my head. My soft body felt like it belonged to anyone who wanted it. The thought of my family sitting in the same house as this used fat body made me both nauseous and desperately wet.
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**Day 10**
I travelled to the far side of the city, to the area known for its red-light streets.
Before leaving I pushed a thick cucumber into my ass and a thicker one into my cunt. I wore only a hijab — nothing else. I made a small tear at the front so the heavy cleavage of my cow-udder breasts showed, and another tear at the back that revealed the top of my ass crack when I walked.
I boarded a crowded local bus full of labourers and stood in the middle for the full thirty minutes. Hard hands immediately found my soft body. They groped the heavy tits through the torn hijab. They squeezed my thick thighs. They pressed into the soft belly. They slid fingers along the exposed ass crack. I stood still and let them for the entire journey.
Thirty minutes = 3 × 10 = 30 points.
After getting down I walked into the area where the filthiest beggars lived. I spent the next two hours on my knees in the dirt, sucking one after another. I collected cum from ten different beggars — some in my mouth, some on my tongue, some aimed across the soft undersides of my heavy breasts. They called me fat sow, soft toilet, dirty cow. I let them.
Ten beggars = 10 × 10 = 100 points.
At night I returned home, removed the two used cucumbers, mixed them into juice with all the collected beggar cum, and served the drink to my family. I drank a full glass myself.
Bus groping = 30 points.
Ten beggars = 100 points.
Daily bonus = 20 points.
**Day 10 total: 150 points.**
**Final total: 2460 points.**
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I sat on the bathroom floor afterwards, still tasting the mixture of cucumber and stranger cum, my heavy cow-udder breasts resting on my soft belly, the temporary tattoos fading on my skin. 2460 points. The highest I could push it.
The stranger had promised that the more points I earned, the more he would degrade and humiliate this fat body when he came. I had given him every point I could. I had fed my family the evidence. I had let the filthiest men in the city use me.
And still the darkest wish remained: the wish that somehow my family would one day see exactly what this soft, heavy, overfed body had become.
I left the front door unlocked.
I sent the final message with all the proof and the total.
Then I waited, naked, for him to decide that 2460 points was enough to come and break me.
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