I can only imagine how turned on I’d be to wake up to my partner straddling me with a pitcher or two of WG shake on the nightstand and the tube of a funnel taped to my mouth and my hands and feet secured so that I can’t resist her.
“Good morning, sleepyhead; I let you sleep in while I prepared this ‘appetizer’ for you pre-breakfast.”
“Now, I know you said that you’ve always wanted to be funnel fed, so I thought it would be a nice surprise to have you rise and shine to a belly full of calorie dense shake. I’ve made sure that we don’t have to worry about you getting cold feet, as you see I’ve made resistance futile. Thus, all I need you to do is open that gaping maw of yours and let this creamy goodness work its magic.”
Tossing caution to the wind, I nod and open my mouth. The shake flows in, one pitcher at a time, until all four are consumed.
From its rich, creamy, goodness I can tell that you cut no corners on adding extra heft. Lord only knows how many calories per pitcher — 4K? 5K? More? — but I feel the pressure on my gut, still engorged from last night’s feast, grow, and I swear I can see it rising up, expanding, growing with every swallow.
You adjust your position to avoid putting pressure on my expanding belly, and as one hand pours the other starts to rub that rapidly filling gut, relieving the pressure and helping make room of the continued rush of what is probably the liquid equivalent of consuming straight lard to my blubbery belly.
Once the pitchers are empty and I am full as a tick, you turn your full attention to that vast expanse of flab, massaging, groping, rubbing, squeezing with both hands. You lean forward, letting your mouth in on the action as you lick and nuzzle that belly, and suckle and nip at my moobs.
As I start to drift off into a food coma, you gently dismount me, and lean over to whisper in my ear, “Sleep it off, my amazing fatty. Let it digest and make more room, because that was just the start. I have a whole breakfast to prepare that I’m going to help, if not force, you to eat every last bite of. Today is just the first day of your journey to massive and record-breaking obesity. Don’t worry; we’ll get there together…”
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