You're gonna get fatter for me.
You will keep rounding out, filling your clothes until they're stretched and tight. Until your average outfits feel like bondage. Until you can't reach over or under your tummy, because it just grew so much. Your butt firm and tight in your pants. Your chest plump and expanding.
Until you're a whimpering, needy mess. Until you're my spoiled little thing, for good. Until you look at me with your glazed pretty eyes, and ask to be fed even more. Because you know I will.
I will fill you up like a good fat pet.










