I want you to feed me.
I want to feel your hands on my hips as you push me gently onto the bed. I want my tummy spill forwards, resting on plump thighs. I want to see that look in your eyes while you bring each bite closer to my lips. That look that lets me know you'll never stop wanting more; the look that makes me worry about what you'll do to me if I stay much longer...
But I want more, I want to feel my stomach fill with carbs and fat and sugar. I want you to worship every inch of me. I want to know that I can live the rest of my life as a spoiled pig and you'll always be right there ready to serve me.
I want to be bigger already. I thought I'd feel huge by the time I hit 250 but I know I could get so much heavier. I want a bigger belly, I want to feel it pool between my legs once it starts to force them apart. I want some thing to eat...
I want you to feed me more.