I'm afraid I'm going to fatten her up, and I'm not going to be able to stop. I'll fall in love with how loud and heavy her lumbering steps are, the rhythms giving way to just how hungry she is.
Yes, I will be so incredibly evil and I won't be able to help myself around someone this utterly delectable. How I crave to catch her eating me out of house and home collecting all those calories in a housebound homebody.
I need her so obese it's obscene, I need her eating so much it scares the both of us. I need her putting the heavy in heavenly with her ample angel wings, I need her the center of attention in every room purely based on absolute size.
I need everyone in our lives to be shocked not exactly because of how massive you are, but because they cannot deny how beautiful and radiant you are being properly looked after.
All that weight piled on after you began to look so happy, how quick your smile begun to be swallowed by the most delightful dimples.

















