Gosh. You have no idea how fat I want to make you. I know what I want, and I've methodically planned out how this will all play out. At first you tell me we have to get to know each other first before you accept any donations, which is a respectable request. I take you to cozy food spots so you feel at ease to open up to me, and you had no issues in sharing details about yourself. Over the course of a few weeks, you tell me you're ready to accept my funds and that you're eager to order some food. I kindly tell you to let me know what the total comes out to, but instead I send $100 for you to treat yourself to. You ended up spending the money within four days. Not bad for a hundred bucks, eh?
I tease you for this by expressing how shocked I am at how quickly you've spent it all, but in my head I'm already plotting my next move. I offer you another $100 on the condition that I choose what you get to eat. I want to demonstrate I've been paying close attention to what you like and don't like to eat. Let me spoil you like you deserve, and reward you for all your hard work eating all that food. It took you a whole day to reply because you weren't sure how far you wanted to take this. You're unsure if I'm setting you up to be treated like pampered royalty, or like an enslaved pet? This uncertainty turns you on more than you'd like to admit, doesn't it?
I quickly got to work and ordered your favourite lunch, which came with a full entree meal with a large beverage and an extra side. You didn't think you could finish everything, but an hour later everything was cleared away. A burp escapes your lips, and you let out a soft moan as a sign of how full you are. You look adorably hopeless as your food coma sinks in, and I take this opportunity to massage your aching belly. My slender fingers feel your belly with thoughtful touches, gently brushing along the new stretch marks that are growing.
Goodness, you did such a good job with $50 worth of food crammed into you. Think about how much bigger you're going to get once I feed you dinner later. Oh, you've never spent this much on food in a single day? How lovely. There's a first for everything, and I want to be the one to help you reach this and many other milestones.
Dinner ends up being closer to $70 dollars, but can you blame me for being so excited to fill you up? You were so willing to let me have my way with hardly any objections. The only rule was to spend $100 and that I was going to order for you, but no one said I couldn't spend more than that. It was so easy to get away with it, too. I just had to tell you how proud I was to see you eat and grow for me, and that there's more of this in your future if you wanted it.
You've never felt this full in your life, and it's like it flipped a switch within you. The feeling of being full and stretching your belly to its limits had you in such a euphoric state. The taste of this feeling now has you yearning for more, and you're unsure if you should be horrified or turned on for this realization. It's a slippery slope to let someone take control, but then you wonder is it really all that bad to live like this?
I'm here to tell you that it's not. But you need to ask for the next session so I can tease you for begging and remind you who's a good little pet for me. At first you pace yourself to only let this happen once a month, then twice a month, and now it's every week. Your eating habits have only been getting worse as your appetite keeps expanding, and that's not the only thing growing. Your body has been changing, and new stretch marks have been growing like crazy lately.
But I only control what you eat once a week now, but yet somehow you're still growing? Are you gorging thousands of excess calories during the week, too? My, my, someone's grown into an eager pet. Wouldn't it be easier if you gave e everything else up and did nothing but eat for me? I did mention what my plans were to you from the start, didn't I? Or did I leave that part out, allowing you to decide this fate for yourself? All I had to do was make you offers and challenges you couldn't resist, especially when I was the one paying for it all. And now you've turned into my fat, heavy plaything. Too big and lazy to do anything other than eat, leaving me to do whatever I want with you. This is exactly what I wanted.
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