Lardass

RED: I want to feed you.

GOLD: I want you to feed me.

PURPLE: I want to make you fat.

TURQUOISE: I want you to make me fat.

BLACK: I want to make you obese.

LAVENDER: I want you to make me obese.

CORAL: I want to make you morbidly obese.

YELLOW: I want you to make me morbidly obese.

JADE: I want to make you nearly immobile.

ORANGE: I want you to make me nearly immobile.

SCARLET: I want to make you completely immobile.

WHITE: I want you to make me completely immobile.

GREEN: I want to see you waddling.

TEAL: I want you to make me waddle.

PINK: I want to be bimbofied as you fatten me.

BLUE: I want to see you knock things over with your belly.

MAGENTA: I want you to make my belly large enough to knock things over.

BROWN: I want to bimbofy you as I fatten you.

PEACH: I want to take you out in crop tops and shorts to show off your obesity.

CREAM: I want you to take me out in crop tops and shorts to show the world what a lardball you've made me.

GRAY: I want to make you so fat you wheeze when you speak.

FUSCHIA: I want you to make me so fat I wheeze when I speak.

BEIGE: I want to grow you out of your clothes.

AQUA: I want you to grow me out of my clothes.

SILVER: I want to get you so large you can't fit in clothes.

VERMILLION: I want you to get me so large I can't fit in clothes.

SALMON: I want to get you so large you can't fit through doorways.

BRONZE: I want you to get me so large I can't fit through doorways.

LIME: I want to feed you to an early grave.

Grab my hips and squeeze them and jiggle them around and tell me “Damn, someone’s been eating the house dry you pig”

Laugh at me while I try to squeeze into clothes that fit me months ago, remind me of how big I’ve gotten.

Make food too accessible for me, and when you see me, point at the garbage and say “No wonder you’ve gotten so fat, look at the mess you’ve made!”

Remind me that I let myself go.

Point at every little inch of my body that’s gotten rounder, softer, and fatter.

Dating someone with sinister intentions, they plump me up meal after meal, making me bigger. But then also at the same time, they're trying to make me dumber as well. Thinking for me so I don't have to, giving me a life where I don't have to do anything, I get to sit back, relax, and let them pamper me. They might even give me a bit of weed to get me high, make me dull and docile.

With this perfect environment, and all the feedings, they start putting emphasis on me being theirs, being their pet. They squish me after a big meal, show how they have control of my new, bigger assets. It feels so good, but instead of moaning, they ask me to moo for them instead. I oblige them, and they reward me for every time I do it. My mind feels so empty. There's nothing but being their fat little cow.

From now on, they start training me, rewarding me for little pavlovian actions designed to restructure my brain; eating a huge surplus of calories, using as little words as possible, mooing, letting them pretend to milk my chest, however they feel. But it's all too nice to refuse. It's too perfect to resist. As I keep getting fatter and more docile, I enjoy it all more and more.