Sometimes I wonder just how fast I could make my next feedee grow. How quickly and thoroughly could I ruin her? Her health, her body, and her mind alike. How many thousands of calories could I force into her body every single day. I wonder how many pounds of useless fuckable lard could I pile onto her in just a single week 5? Maybe 10? Could 15 be possible if I really pushed the limits of what her body could handle? What would the daily limit be? 10,000 calories? 15,000? 20,000? How many days in a row could her poor body handle the abuse? How much weed would I need to keep her hungry, helpless and begging for MORE? Can you imagine it? Her poor poor body rapidly expanding, skin taut and covered with dark red and purple stretchmarks from head to toe, her mobility worsening at an impossible pace. Her legs rapidly growing, no longer tasked with moving her around, but instead with being pumped full of more soft, useless, immobilizing lard. Her belly hanging lower and lower, growing wider, softer and heavier every single day. More and more rolls forming across her worthless body as it desperately tries to find new places to store the impossible amount of calories that she is consuming every waking moment of her life. Her arms growing so heavy so fast that she can barely muster the strength to shove more food in her mouth. Her ass growing wider, rounder heavier every moment of every day, nothing more than another fuckable pile of growing meat pinning her down. She would be incapable of adapting to the horrific amount of meat piling onto her. Completely and utterly transforming her into a helpless immobile blob by the end of the year. Her body becoming nothing more than a prison, leaving her incapable of escaping the inevitable. The rest of her life being spent splayed out in bed growing fatter and fatter until her worthless lard laden body finally gives out from all the abuse.
