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I’ve been dying to watch that number on the scale to go up. It really is getting me antsy. So very very antsy. You don’t like when I’m antsy, right?

Or maybe you do. Do you like knowing what all of this does to me? How hungry I’ve been getting. Hungry and desperate. Desperate just to see you get fatter. Baby, it was a bad idea we started this. No. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. But… it’s bad because mommy just needs more and more and more.

Your thighs. Your hips. Your love handles. Your tummy. Your tits. Your chin. Your cheeks. Mommy gets chills from just thinking about it all. Thinking about each part thickening up. Swelling more and more. I need you plump. You’re so gorgeous with the weight you have put on. Why not more? What’s the harm in more weight.

Actually, there is no harm. This was never a bad idea. You do this because you want to please mommy. You want your thighs thicker. You want your hips wider. Your love handles spilling over your waistband. Your tummy doughier and heavier. Your tits fuller. Your chin and cheeks noticeably chubbier.

You’re gonna get that number on the scale up, right? Mommy is gonna get to watch you fatten up, right? Mommy is gonna watch you get back and track and keep stuffing yourself, right?

One of your thighs could be the size of my waist, would love that for us

It’s innocent and playful until you understand that the performance has a real purpose - keeping you fat, getting you to grow a little fatter for me so I‘ll get my fix of lard to grab, thighs almost too wide to sit on your lap (and therefore wanting it even more), a double chin to adore, and a massive hanging belly to drop onto my abs right before you smother me.

I want to hear the slap as you give me what I need. I need to feel how heavy you are. I need to breathe as heavily as you do all the time for just a moment. I need you to eat for me because I can‘t get under you if you don’t want your greed under my control.

me very recently trying on a pair of 3xl pants 🫣

Turning into blubber