How you make me feel

Chapter 1 - POV: The Feeder

Saturday, May 4th
Location: Our bedroom

I always wake up a few minutes before the alarm rings. A side-eyed look at the clock tells me it's 6:50 A.M. I have 10 minutes to kill. I can hear the chirping of birds. But also your snoring. You've always been a heavy sleeper, anyway. Only the sweet promise of having breakfast can wake you up. Or should I say a "brunch"? The amount of food you can stuff in this potbelly of yours has always fascinated me. You are such a greedy girl. Mommy and daddy will be surprised to see how much their little girl grew. From a chubby girl to a fat pig.
Your face is rounder. You have a double chin now. Your upper arms are larger and fatter. What about your fingers? Such stubby fingers you have. Always holding pizza slices, soda, ice cream, chips, fried chicken, burgers... I'm really not surprised you gained weight.

Now, let's talk about what interests me the most. That round and saggy belly of yours. I can't help but moaning at the thought. Getting horny, already, huh? The way you make me feel, really... To see your belly getting rounder and rounder... softer... pudgier... it's irresistible. More to grab. More of you to love. The result of your greediness. But also, a constant reminder of your happiness.

By the way, how many times did I see you pop your jeans and shirts, darling? Mmmmh... a lot, I would say? I feed you well, after all. It's my way of showing that I deeply care about you. A metaphor of love. It makes me happy to see you satisfied after a hearty meal. To know that I, indirectly with my food, made you feel that way. And if I get to see you unbuckle your nasty belt, unbutton your tight pants and rub your full belly, that's bonus. Did I say that I'm wet? Bloody hell.

(Later in the morning)

Ok, piggy. You're cute when you're asleep but you must be hungry. "Time to wake up!", I said before stroking your hair and kissing you on the forehead. "Come on, darling. It's 10 A.M, already. Don't you want pancakes, eggs, bacon and pastries for breakfast?", I teased. I heard you groan loudly.
"I'm not hungry", you told me. You, not hungry? Don't take me for a idiot.
"What's wrong, Princess?", I asked you nervously.
"I have a stomachache", you whined. "I think I ate way too much caramelized pork yesterday evening."
It's true that you gorged yourself last night at the all-you-can-eat Chinese restaurant. You even popped the button of your pants and burped so loudly I feared you were going to puke. Thank God that place was noisy enough to cover that sound.
"I'll be right back with some medicine. Do you need anything before I go?", I asked.
"No, I don't but thank you for asking", you replied.

(A while later)

You look much better. Maybe you're a bit hungry, now?
"Do you want to eat something, darling?", I asked you. "I was thinking of making a hearty lunch with plenty of meat, French Fries and veggies!", I said energetically, feeling like a joyful puppy running after a ball in the park. "How does that sound?".
"That sounds really good!", you replied, certainly picturing that delicious meal in your mind.
Is that your belly rumbling? Well, better double (if not triple) the quantities. You're not used to skipping breakfast, after all.