I have been thinking about the different ways I would forcefully stretch your gut out. I am feeling extra mean tonight, so excuse me if I make you feel more like an object than a human that wants to get bigger. I want to pin you to a bed by keeping my hand wrapped around your flabby throat while I hand-fed you sweets. Every time you turn away from me or try to fight back, I will tighten my grip and spank your gut like a drum till your willpower runs out. I would treat you like a garbage bag. An object that's sole purpose is to hold junk without splitting open. This is one of the few times I would push past your limits. I don't want to hear a single word out of your food filled mouth unless it's, "More please." You can be close to bursting, nauseous, or just dangerously full. I will not care. I will be focusing on my own pleasure of watching a fatass like you get forced bigger. Your bulging gut juggling as you whimper from the natural amount of food I am cramming down your throat will make me want to fill you more. I wouldn't stop there, unfortunately, I would keep you constantly gorging. Whether you are tied to the bed overnight, cuffed by your fat wrists to a chair, or left too full to get off the couch, I will dedicate years to making it so you can't eat normally again. You will always have a part of you that wants you to gorge. I won't even need to force you anymore. Your body will keep you eating till it physically hurts, and you will enjoy every second. I wouldn't stop there with stretching you out. Your mouth isn't the only hole I would focus on, your ass is a great place to force air into your guts. If you are too full to eat, you can pump yourself. More accurately, I am going to force a tube up your fatass so you can get filled from both ends. Did you think eating family-sized meals would satisfy me? I want your belly to have scary red stretchmarks that would put a pregnant women's to shame. You can gorge all day and inflate all night even when you are working or with friends. I will make you bring small pumps to make sure you are kept full of something. If I catch you with a flat belly, I will make sure you are left broken mentally and physically that day. Mostly by forcing you to chug alcohol till your gut sloshes and you are a drunk round blimp that I can keep round with air. Normally, I would say I want you to forget what being empty feels like. However, I want you to know what empty feels like. I want that sensation to trigger dissatisfaction. If your day doesn't start with you round, you will be craving having that hole filled. I want your purpose in life to resemble that of a blimp's, get huge, get round, and don't deflate for hours. You should be grateful. You get to be a bloated hog drunk off of pleasure. Nothing can beat slowly succumbing to your own desires.