being silly at all times

Reaching new levels of round

I got,,, really fat

You stuff that belly for me, okay? Don’t think about it, and everything will be alright. Just don’t think and continue to shove food into your mouth.

That’s right, finish up your plate and get up for another. Your stomach isn’t hard to the touch yet, and I won’t be satisfied until your shirt is straining against it.

Oh, but is your shirt too big for that to ever happen? You don’t think you could ever eat enough to make it too tight? Well me neither. It’ll take more dedication than that.

No, you have to just keep eating, okay? Trust me, that shirt will get too small. Just stuff yourself silly every day, every meal, nonstop, and you’ll get there, I promise. Soon all of this hard stuff packed in here is going to become soft. And it will continue to grow softer and bigger, rising like bread in the oven, until this shirt is pressed against it.

And you’ll probably barely notice at first. Your stomach will lightly press against the baggy fabric, barely visible. But it’ll keep pushing more and more as you grow, until your shirt is straining against it like it’s skintight. And soon your jiggling stomach is going to be too much.

You’ll see, as your shirt starts riding up on you, how I’ve helped you reach our goal. Try as hard as you can, you’ll be unable to cover your belly button and your blazing red stretch marks.

So just eat. Eat it all. You think you’re full after seconds? See how full you are after fifths.

Isn’t it a nice, addicting feeling? It’s meant to be that way, because I want you as fat as possible. Just eat and eat and eat and don’t worry about anything else.

You’re going to be waddling and jiggling when I’m done with you. You’re going to be enormous.