You liked fat people. You had a fetish for them, inf act. You fantasized about big, tubby dicks penetrating your fragile uvula. You also liked children...and old people...but mostly children.
One day, you decided to climb a mountain in search of some vore porn. You loved vore more than anything...besides fat kids. As you climbed, you noticed something. The snow was turning into cum! CUM! Holey shit! You knew from all your my little poney research that only bronies could produce this much cum. You ran through the cum, happily scooping it up into your mouth, licking the sides of your face. It tasted like rare cream. Your favorite kind of lubricant. You loved this lubricant so much you downloaded images of it to masturbate too. You finally made it to the top of the mountain and saw a large, fat, child sitting naked in the snow. It was god's gift to you!
"MAKE LOVE TO ME CHILD!" you screamed, as your bouncing boobies bounced around him in a sexy manner.
"Not unless you give me some cheesy poofs." His voice was high and nasally, and the idea of it screaming your name made you cum right in front of him. He smiled and said.
"Don't worry honey it's our little secret." Then he began to lick the cum from your wet, moist pussy making you moan.
"What's your name little boy?" You asked, sexily.
"Eric Cartman." He sat back down on the snow and began to lick his hands.
"Well Eric Cartman, today's your lucky day! I'll go buy you some cheesy poofs and then you'll penetrate my fragile, and soft uvula. How does that sound?" He blinked, before pulling a metal rod out of his butt hole and using it to poke your eyes out.
"Ok! Sounds great!" He holds your hand and leads you down to the cheesy poof store. On the way you pass his three friends, Kenny, Kyle, and Stan. They all vomit human eye balls at the sight of your amazingly large boobies.
"This lovely lady's gonna suck my cock after she buys me cheesy poofs!" Cartman bragged to his friends. They just vomited more.
"You guys suck ass" Cartman sighed, as he walked off with you. You bought him some cheesy poofs and he gained five hundred million pounds. He was fatter than the whole town, and you got to have sex with him. His flub covered every inch of your bare skin, as you moaned in pleasure. All Cartman could do was lay there as you explored every inch of his jiggling body. You had finally found your true love after all this time. Eric Cartman. He was your fat baby boy, and you were going to go to fat baby hell. You were arrested for pedophilia shortly after.
Ok bye.