Even after gaining all this weight for you, it’s not enough. Every morning you came up to me from behind and grab my gut, laughing, “you’re barely keeping up with your schedule. I thought you wanted to get fat for me? I thought I was dating a feedee…”
I stared at you in disbelieve. “What do you mean? I’ve gained like, 50 pounds already!” And you smirked in response. “Hun, it’s been cute seeing you pout on a little bit of weight, stuffing yourself here and there. But you’re past the beginning stages, my lil piglet, you need to be eating more. Or, do I need to find a boy who can keep up with my demands?”
I shrunk at the thought. You have me wrapped around your finger, don’t you? “What do I need to do?”
“Well,” your smile grew as you spoke, “feedees eventually need to eat huge meals…for every meal. Like, a dozen donuts, I need you to be able to treat a dozen like a snack.”