I think women should be fed until they can’t get up anymore. I think women should be fed so full they can hardly breathe, let alone stand. Fill them up with all their favorites, or perhaps just the most fattening slime you can find. Pump women full of solid lard until they’re gasping for air, and pass out from the exhaustion of it all. I want the sheer physical toll of intense, constant feeding to put them to sleep. Feed her until she can’t take anymore. Feed her until she is nothing more than a thickened up ball of of blubber. Cover her in fat. Bury her in her own body mass. Short breaths. Heavy, useless arms that can’t even reach past her hefty gut. Gigantic, barrel thighs. Blown up, bloated, swollen, grown, layered, weighed down, thicken, softened women.

I don’t think any man should have the privilege of being thinner than 300lbs, at least. In fact, I don’t think any man should be able to fit into something as small as an extra large. It’s not right. I think most men should be slowed down and fattened up. Most men should be struggling against all the weight that’s been piled on them. A man should be fatter than he is tall. A man should be heavier than any small game, any small animals. Truly I think a man should be around 500lbs, to start. Something closer, more akin to a barn animal or livestock. A man should be having his time taken up being fattened. That’s really what they’re good for, I’d say. A man should have a fat, hanging gut that bounces against his thighs and jiggles as he walks. Big blubbery legs that can hardly hold his weight. Fat, sagging back rolls and big bouncy moobs. A man should have a meaty double chin that threatens to choke him.