Bigger Is Better

force feed me. make me drink weight gain shakes all day long. tell me i’m a good girl as my ass starts filling out, as my thighs shred my pants to bits. encourage me to keep eating as my breasts bulge out of my bra and my belly expands with extra weight. never buy me new clothes, force me to burst through everything until i’m left with an ill-fitting bra my fattened tits spill out of, and tiny underwear that my enormous ass bulges out of. by the time you’re done with me i’ve gained fifty thick, jiggly pounds, and i’m ready to be made a mother.

get me pregnant. pump your cum into me. make my huge tits bounce at you empty your load into my fertile pussy. you’ve put so much in me, i get enormously pregnant. my chubby belly begins to expand and you double my portions to get a head start on growing what must be a huge litter. as my bra snaps you know i must be stuffed full of babies. 

the doctor gasps as she looks in my womb. at first they think it’s triplets, then quadruplets, no, quintuplets...when she finally counts nine big babies in my chubby belly, we both smile. the next nine months are spent stuffing me full of food and growing your litter inside me. my breasts swell in anticipation of the huge litter I’m about to feed, soaring through the cup sizes. my belly sticks out straight in front of me as our babies grow, and as they become stronger my belly trembles with their movement. i moan in pleasure at the sensation of your babies moving in me, my breasts aching to feed those hungry mouths.