I'm italian, not a native english speaker. Expect some typo.
I'm a sketchy dietician looking for some fun.
I published a stupid ad on a lot of socials, saying that with my method you would be able to lose EVERY amount of fat within 5 days.
Obviously I didn't expect anyone to answer, as the promise itself is really unlikely and only an idiot would believe this is true.
But hey, the world is a weird place, and after a couple days I received only one, single answer. You thought this could be a great chance to lose those couple pounds that annoy you so much, so you sent me a an email asking more informations.
I clarify that the whole process will need a 5 days full immersion, and that you'll have to follow strict indications to achieve what you want. Oh, and I need to be paid in advance.
The morning after my doorbell is ringing repeatedly. You're happy to start this journey.
Unfortunately I had a little issue at the clinic, so we'll have to start here at my place. But it's only a matter of hours. You're stupid enough to believe me, and you're happy to have read all those fake reviews about me online. Nice.
When you arrive at my living room, you're immediately surprised. There's a big table full of food of any kind. You don't really understand what's the purpose of it, in a room with a dietician.
Things get a little weirder tho, when you see a little dog leash chained to the wall.
You really aren't smart enough to understand how shady the situation is. I tell you some bullshit about a discipline exercise, and I have no problem convincing you to get chained to that wall.
Your leash is long enough to let you reach all the food you want, the bathroom, and some other thing in the room.
Now that you're in your place, I can finally disclose some detail about the treatment. It's actually tremendously simple.
You're only allowed to eat one time a day. But not everything you want, of course.
You'll eat only what your pussy can fit. You'll have a couple minutes to stuff yourself with food, and that will be your nice meal for the day.
I understand this will be a little tough if your hole is tight, but you're provided with a lot of tools to help you stretch.
There's a fucking machine on the floor, with increasing size dildos to be mounted on. When you notice it, you immediately look at me with a scared face.
I tell you that you won't be forced to use it, but if you need, I'll be here to help you with the process. Oh, and please be nice if I'm not at home. It's full of cameras.
Now that everything is ready, let me tell you how these crazy 5 days went. Let's start!
DAY 1: You don't look too happy about the logic of this treatment. You say something about the fact you can quit when you want, and bullshits like this. I have to leave the room for a couple hours because you're really annoying and I don't want to hear your voice anymore.
I come back in the evening. You're quite angry, sitting on the floor, hugging your legs with your arms. I can see your pussy between your feet. It's clear you decided to give up for today, and you don't eat a single thing for the whole day. What a start!
DAY 2: Day two is different. The night was long and left you even more hungry than before. I left you angry and hurt, but today you seem more prone to talk. You look over the table, salivating on a beautiful sausage. But you already know, it won't fit inside of you. So you grab two sad, little carrots, and once seated on the floor again, you start to fill yourself with those. You look at myself, like asking if this is enough for you to eat them. I say yes, and you're happy to put something in your stomach, even if they're veggies that taste like your pussy. That's hilarious.
DAY 3: The third day I start to see a change in you. That's what I want. You're hungry enough to start talking nonsense. Eating is becoming your first priority right now. You never hated your tight pussy like now.
I leave the place for a few hours, and while I'm drinking something in a bar I can see you through my cameras. I almost choke on my drink when I see you laying on the floor, legs in the air, trying to fit as many fingers you can inside your hole. You're pretty rough on yourself and I can see from here that you're not having a good time. When I come back, you immediately ask me if you can eat. When I say yes, you grab a cob of corn and start trying to shove it inside of you. And I have to admit you did a good job, because I can see most of that cob slide into your swollen, red hole while you moan. You're the happiest person in this planet when you can shoot that thing out of you and eat it.
DAY 4: After all, you ate almost nothing in three days, so you're really starting being quite pathetic. It's early morning when I come to visit you, and you literally learned to fist yourself during the night. You appear really excited and you ask me to seat in the sofa. Then, with your lubed hand, you start the most hilarious and pathetic show ever. You're grabbing random pieces of food you're craving, and you're determined to have a bit of everything. So you start to grab a piece of lasagna and hold it tight in your hand while you start fisting you. I can't believe I'm witnessing an idiot fucking a lasagna. Carefully you make sure all your bunch of food stays inside of you, and continue with a slice of pizza. Never in my life I thought I would see a broken pussy leaking mozzarella.
When you shoot out everything to empty your vagina, all the food looks like a horrible mess. You're more than happy to eat everything from the floor, and check inside your pussy for little leftovers. The process of harvesting food in your pussy is meticulous and keeps you busy for a lot of time.
DAY 5: This is your last day. And two feeling are fighting each other. You're really excited to end your treatment, but you're hungrier than ever, and you would do anything to eat. When I come to you, I bring you a wonderful news for your last day. Only for today, to celebrate our achievements, you're allowed to stuff your asshole also. You can eat anything from both holes. You don't seem to like the idea, and I can see a nervous look in your face, almost wanting to cry. But I've got things to do, we can't stay here all day. So i tell you your minutes of stuffing will start right now.
There are a couple seconds when you realize you have such a great opportunity. You stand up and grab that sausage you craved so much. But it's thick as your wrist. You shamelessy try to sit on it, hoping your asshole will allow it inside. But everything is dry and you're only in pain without get anything. So you're not far away from realizing you need to lube that thing. With a sad face you start jerking off that huge thing with your lubed hand, and after a few seconds you're ready to the second round of your challenge. I'm genuinely laughing looking at you while you're pushing your ass over that piece of meat. I'm interrupted when I hear a scream, and I see that the sausage passed your asshole and it's partially inside of you. You look more determined than ever, and in less than a minute you're taking a forearm sized sausage up your ass. Every now ant then I see you rotating it to try to surpass some turn of your guts. I can't understand how that thing is making space through your organs. A beautiful bulge shows the shape of the meat through your belly.
Time is running out, and when you're almost totally filled, you take a couple seconds to fill your pussy with some random handful of food. You use a cucumber to push all the food inside.
When I tell you your time is over, you immediately bend on the floor, emptying your pussy first, and then shooting that thing out your ass with a horrible, nasty noise. In less than a minute you ate all the random food from your pussy, and a whole, giant, slimy sausage straight from your guts.
It's time to go, I make you take a shower, and I look at you while you're getting dressed. You look in the mirror, and those tight leggings now are leaving a nice gap where you can fit a couple fingers. Even from those leggings I can see your gaping ass and your swollen, bright red pussy.
I watch you while you walk away. With your holes broken and a nice smile on your face.
Maybe, next time I can tell you something about the drinking rules. You needed water in these 5 days, isn't it?