This is written about my dear boyfriend Q or any future boyfriend (or girlfriend but probably not) i may have.
I want to fatten you up. Watch you grow and expand over the course of days, weeks, months. I want you to be in a cknstant state of fullness, regardless of where you are. Ill massage your belly so you can fit in more and more. I wont stop until youre too fat to even reach your own clit/cock. Ill call you a piggy, start feeding you out of a bucket, the only time you wont be eating is when youre sleeping to let your body digest the masses of food you just ate. Ill make you a special shake containing over foirthousand caloroes and make you drink two a day. Quickly youll get to my weight, then ten pounds over, then twenty, then fifty. Before you know it youre double my weight and struggling to simply climb the stairs. You quit your job and simply spend your days in bed, eating. The hardest part of your day becomes showering and going to the bathroom. Your legs struggling to hold your now over five hundred pound body. After you shower you have to rest. Youre red in the face, out of breath and your heart is pounding. You eventually stand up, waddling back to bed and eating until you once again fall asleep.