Skinny Piggy:
I’ve been craving for someone to tell me how they would fatten me up. What I would be eating, when I’d be eating and how much. Telling me how big I’ll get and teasing me, for getting fatter and fatter.
I think I would wake up early and leave a plate of cookies by the bedside so you had something to snack on while I'm out, as I'm gonna eat a quick breakfast (eggs and toast or something) and then hit the weight room before you get a chance to wake up proper. (Gotta build some muscle if I'm gonna be helping a soon to be big fatty with daily tasks!) By the time I come back you've had your snack but you're ready for a proper breakfast in bed. I'll make pancakes, sausages, eggs, the works. And I've already eaten so I can focus all my energy on stuffing you to capacity.
Later on we can enjoy a slow leisurely walk to a nice clearing in the woods and have a picnic for lunch.
Then we'll go home and watch TV for a while. Whenever I feel like it I'll fix a snack and shove it in your mouth. You're getting so pretty and plump, but you could be so much fatter for me, couldn't you baby?
Dinner is an all out buffet night where I keep bringing you plates of your favorite delicious things that you can't resist until your belly is so stuffed you don't know how you're gonna make it back to the car.
But of course I'll help you darling.
Then we'll get home and I'll cuddle you lots while you drift into a blissful food coma.
Then wake up and do it all again.
