I guess you could say I've been working on being fit, preparing myself for a dream future feedee to contrast with. While I'm making sure im staying slim and toned, you'd do nothing but grow bigger, softer, rounder, jigglier, and wider. All because of your gluttonous urges, constantly grazing and filling yourself to the brim because that's what you're so good at, right?
And of course, I'd be responsible for that growth too. Ensuring your capacity is being pushed each time as you plop yourself onto my lap, pinning me down with all your hefty weight. One hand dedicated to feeding you and pushing food between those pretty lips of yours, and the other hand dedicated to rubbing that swollen orb of a gut you've achieved through nothing but greedy hedonism And once you believe you're packed? I'd just whisper in your ear, teasing you and encouraging you to have just one more bite for me. And that one more bite could potentially turn into two, then three, then four...