One of the more underrated and enjoyable things about fattening up my girlfriend is the gradual change in appetite. When we met she rarely had breakfast opting for a snack or nothing at all. Lunch was modest, dinner was larger enough to fill her up, but certainly nothing horribly gluttonous. Over time, breakfast became a thing, a necessity even. There wasnāt any skipping breakfast sheād be starving by the time lunch rolled around. Lunches became larger, dinners became feasts. A girl who once didnāt have the room for appetizers, an entree, and dessert, now required all three. Sharing appetizers has become a thing of the past. She needs one for herself. Dessert became a necessity. Breakfast now looks more like a four course meal and requires a nap after. Lunch is usually enough food for two or three people, and dinner usually takes hours to consume and puts her straight to sleep. Satiating her appetite has become her number one priority. When she wakes up she no longer wonders what sheās doing that day, sheās worried about what sheās eating. She doesnāt think twice about getting sleepy after lunch because sheād rather be sleepy and satisfied than risk having a bites worth of room in her stomach. Her appetite is slowly consuming her. Sheās desperate for food from the second she wakes up to the second she goes to bed. It doesnāt matter if she ate ten minutes ago, if thereās room in her belly, sheās going to fix it. Sheās door dashing three, four, sometimes five times a day. Sheās chugging soda like she hasnāt had water in days. Sheās become fully one track minded on consuming. Itās not just her body thatās growing. While her body is being covered in fat, new stretch marks popping up daily. New rolls appearing, and clothes shrinking, her appetite looms. I canāt begin to imagine what it will take to keep her satisfied months from now.
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