I want to make you fat and have it be all my fault.
Your friends and family would whisper their doubts about me, saying that you’ve gained so much weight since you met me as they watch me from across the room handing you yet another plate of food.
Your coworkers would stare at you in disbelief and gossip as they watch you walk in even fatter than last week, with your clothes fitting you less and less appropriately as you take out another donut to eat from the bag I sent you off with.
The staff at your favorite fast food places would start to recognize you and listen in shock as I add even more food onto your order than last time, running off to snicker to their coworkers about how that one customer looks even fatter every time they see you in the drive through.
I want to watch you struggle one day to pull your jeans over your fattening ass and thighs and then try again and again in vain to button them, and then look up at me with a face that says, “look what you did to me 🥺” And I wouldn’t be able to keep a smile from spreading across my face. You don’t know just how much I love that I’ve done this to you.
I would make you gain so much weight that everyone would know it was me who was making you so fat. And it would be All. My. Fault. 🤤




















