You think you’re gaining now? Think you’re fat now? Oh, just wait till I get my hands on you.
I’ll push your stomach to stretch out more than it ever has. You do a great job of gorging yourself.. but it’s just not going to compare to when I tie you to a chair and feed you. That moment when you’d stop, thinking you’re so full you can’t possibly take another bite, is going to be replaced by my fingers pushing more food into your already full mouth. You won’t even be able to protest with all the chewing you have to do before you can talk. You’re just gonna have to sit there, probably way too bloated and full to even squirm, and accept what’s happening, accept that I’m going to push you to grow.
And when you finally finish all the food that I set out, and you tell me that you’re so full you can’t possibly take another bite, I’ll reassure you and tell you it’s okay. That you’ve done so good being a proper fatty for me, that watching you consume all that junk and seeing your belly get so stuffed and swollen is so, so hot. As I grab a pint of heavy cream and start mixing it with some chocolate milk, I’ll tell you it’s okay, you don’t have to bite or chew; you just have to swallow.
Good girls funnel weight gain shakes after they stuff their guts. You wanna be good, right?
Don’t complain. Don’t fight it. Be a properly docile cow and get ready to blow up another 50 pounds.