mouthwatering

• “God, you’ve gotten fat!”

• “Look at how round and full you are. It’s adorable.”

• “You’re making such a mess.”

• “Your fat belly burst through another pair of jeans? I don’t know why you bother buying them anymore.”

• “I think you can fit another bite in there. Open up…”

• “You’re so soft and jiggly now…let’s get you weighed and find out how much fatter you’re going to get.”

• “Soon you’ll be so fat that you’ll be helpless to stop me feeding you, piggy.”

• “You’ll start breaking chairs if you keep gorging yourself like that.”

• “You haven’t eaten nearly enough to be full yet. You’ll need at least double the calories to grow that gut.”

• “One more bite, and then I’ll rub your poor little stuffed belly.”

Do you really think you’re getting a day without extra snacks? Think again, baby.

I want you fatter. I wanna see all my hard work piling on your waist line.

I don’t have kids

I don’t spend money on nicotine

I don’t gamble my money away on sports

I’m not reliant on a chat bot for all my life functions

Never let her have guilt nor feel doubt about her ability to consume a second dessert. Make it easy, make it guilt free and relieve her of the burden of standing. Walking, no more cruel boundaries of physics. Objects not in motion gather more pleasure. Nest her in hobbies and remotes. Indulgence every request until she doesn’t know she asking for sweets, crackers, soda. Freedom from wasted energy. Let her keep every gram, every ounce of it. Make her expanded waistline hot. Poke her exposed fat before she eats. Get her stoned and put her favorite snacks in easy ready.

Don’t let her current size deny. She’s an ever growing person. Fat to obese. Thin to chubby. Curvy to rotund. Free her from fear of taking up space. Free her from a trim figure or need for fitness. Make it easy to eat herself fatter and fatter. Set her free from the fear of outgrowing chairs or getting too fat for booths. Let her figure spread out wide and free until it takes up every inch it wants, every inch it needs. Celebrate every set of her new freedom with food. Get her stoned make her cum until her desires are free. She can’t restrain them now. She looks at you with the ecstasy of someone set free from the burden of choice and petty restraint. Your her Id there with a treat, a cake, her favorite sandwich.

You free range her in public your fattened trophy wife. The eyes on her judging, mortified for her, the slight glint of jealousy. It all makes her wet because she now free from caring. The humiliation she’s always wanted but was too restrained to get is there. She can be fat in her tightest dress. Her tiny crop top or her mesh see through top. Her flesh is literally liberated as her clothes struggle to contain her. Bursting with beautiful flesh she realizes she’s surpassed needing to run. The need for complete mobility a thing she tastes the first bits of freedom from. She’s free from any fear or humiliation that would stop her. Being so completely fat, herself, she’s free. Nothing but an out of shape fat girl. Words like butterball and blimp start to be accurate.

Perhaps she hits that lovely point of no return as she starts to get truly rotund. Her belly starts to get in her way just walking or moving. Arm chairs aren’t an option. You watch her loose the fear of being that type of fat girl as she looses her figure to rotundity. You help her let go of that last bit blocking her true self. That burden of a somewhat intact figure to a totally gelatinous form. She’s got nothing in her way now because she has nothing to loose. Her self control drops as the scale goes up. How can you truly worry about being bigger when you’re already the fattest girl at every engagement. You’ve helped her see each humiliation is a freedom because it turns her own rids her of unneeded self control. She’s finally eating intuitively ravenously even as she now doesn’t have the burden of remembering a world without constant food, constant indulgence.

Finally you help her select a scooter make her true freedom more calm and easy. Why be embarrassed that’s so limiting the scooter will let her keep her freedom. The biggest freedom of them all as she admits the need and savors the 5-10 foot rule of never needing to traverse a larger range to get to her scooter. Without all this pesky limiting thoughts she can enjoy and lean back into what used to horrify her (secretly drew jealous) when fat girls went by in scooters or had immense waddles. She no longer has to wonder what it’s like to be that fat she is now and getting fatter.

God this is hot. 🥵🔥