I’m not stopping. (Patreon)

Step back up on that scale. Can you make it? Your huge jiggling body is making it harder to keep track of your progress. Good. There’s no going back now. Come on, I know you can make it. You're already out of breath?? Ok fine, take a break. It's literally ten feet from the bed. What a fat shit. Yep, lean against the wall to catch your breath. I’ve made you quite heavy these last few months haven’t I? Feeding you day and night. Rubbing your big fat tank of a gut so it doesn’t hurt to much. It's a lot of work but when I see the numbers slowly climb I just need to see them grow higher and you grow fatter. Are you ready? Ok keep walking. Just put one lardy leg in front of the other. The way your bulging belly sways and slaps your thighs when you walk makes me so excited. Large rolls of fat sagging between your legs, rubbing and wobbling with every step. Come on, almost there. It's a miracle this scale hasn’t broken yet. Now lets see how fat you have gotten. Five ninety three…incredible. Let's push that to six hundred. I know you are struggling to get out of bed now because of how big you are getting. I can see how much you love it though. You beg me to feed you more and more every day. Your stomach is stretching out from being stuffed with so much bread and carbs. I love tying your arms and legs down and watching you squirm as I pump you full of calorie filled shakes. Your bloating body vulnerable and open. Cramming food into you non stop is what I live for. Pushing your addiction on you is so easy anymore and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. Not until you are completely helpless and reliant on me.