I'm used to my feeder treating me like his own work of art, but usually that's in reference to the 80 pounds of chub we've piled onto my figure. This time, he went straight for the brush- turning me into his living, breathing, wiggling gold statue.

He traces his brush across every curve and between every roll.. covering my body in shimmering gold body paint. Slick and lustrous, the golden coat shows off every ounce of fat I've gained. He transforms me into a sculpture of indulgence and desire.

My favorite part of this video is that it shows off the intimate connection betwee...

I'm used to my feeder treating me like his own work of art, but usually that's in reference to the 80 pounds of chub we've piled onto my figure. This time, he went straight for the brush- turning me into his living, breathing, wiggling gold statue.

He traces his brush across every curve and between every roll.. covering my body in shimmering gold body paint. Slick and lustrous, the golden coat shows off every ounce of fat I've gained. He transforms me into a sculpture of indulgence and desire.

My favorite part of this video is that it shows off the intimate connection between me and my feeder. He takes care to caress every inch of my body with slow and deliberate strokes. And I revel in the feeling of being worshiped and adored.

When he's all out of paint, he takes a seat behind me and begins to lovingly grope and jiggle my big body. He grabs my hips, wiggles my fluffy upper arms, massages my breasts, wobbles my round belly and sinks his hands deep into all the rolls on my sides. The gold paint transfers onto his hands and arms as he plays with my all of fat, and back onto me in a sensual display of love and adoration.