What Do You Want From Me?

Chapter 1 - The First Seven Letters

The first letter:

I'm yours now, you know. I signed the contract willingly. I never have to work again, I get all the food I can imagine, and I just read and watch movies and shop online all day. You've given me the most comfortable rooms, an enormous bath tub, beautiful gardens, and enough help I could literally do nothing else but grow for you, if that's what you chose.

That's the thing, though... I'm not really sure what you'll choose. I'm a little nervous, to be honest. That's why I'm writing this letter. A girl can only take so many surprises.

I've noticed you haven't really been feeding me since I got here. I'm hungry pretty much from the second I wake up until I go to bed. I know, it's not like you're starving me. I'm getting at least the recommended 2,000 calories a day, but when you're used to twice that it's not very fun. And it's really, really not what we agreed on. I assume you're ruining my metabolism, or getting me really hungry, or something like that, but I was already not satiated stuffing all the food I could afford down my throat. The least you could do is feed me properly. Hopefully whatever you have planned will work. I'm wasting away. If you're looking for a before picture, you'll certainly have one soon. I know I wasn't fat, but I worked hard to get my slim, athletic body over 150 pounds. And now even my size ten pants feel loose. But I have to trust you; it's in the contract. Just please, please. I'm done with the salads. I want - I NEED - to be fattened. Please. I'm eating like a normal girl now, and I'm not a normal girl. I'm your prized, fattened pig, remember? Please, baby. Please make me as big as you want.

The second letter:

Okay, I get it now. The pounds are piling on much more quickly than they ever have. You making me lose all that weight gave me even more motivation to gain it back. Plus, I don't think my metabolism could recover even if I tried and worked out every day.

By the way, thank you for the step counter. It's such a fun little jolt when I get the shock that I've hit 500 steps. Just enough to get to the patio to admire the gardens, to the bathroom, and back whenever I need to. You really look out for me. I don't know how many calories I would've wasted otherwise! I'm so excited to start seeing results - and hopefully I'll see you soon as well?

The third letter:

Baby! I'm up above my starting weight again. I weigh the most I ever have in my life. How did you make me drop 30 pounds and gain 50 in so short of a time? I trust you. Keep feeding me. A 20 pound gain overall is barely noticeable - my stretchy shorts still fit, and my tshirts are riding up, but I could still go outside in those clothes and people would barely notice. I thought you promised me more?? Give me more. A lot more.

The fourth letter:

Hi, my love. I really, really want to see you. I truly think I'm starting to get fat enough. Thank you for the new dresses, by the way. I had to giggle when my t-shirt (only a size medium, but still!) wouldn't cover my bellybutton anymore. I celebrated with a whole cake - chocolate, of course - and a gallon of ice cream, though that took me a while. Please have more delivered, by the way. And please ask one of the housekeepers to wake me in the night with a melted one. I heard that it's more fattening if you don't do it on a specified schedule. A gallon a night. Make sure they know I'm not allowed to sleep without it. I will be fat enough for you soon.

The fifth letter:

I'm thrilled!!! Thank you so, SO much for sending back the scale. Baby, I can't believe how much we've done. I'm over 200 lbs!!! I'm actually starting to get FAT. I'm cleaning the pantries every day. I'm doing my best for you; I'm being a good girl. I promise. Send more food so I can get fatter. Send gainer shakes. I'm getting impatient. You don't want your baby sad, do you? Come fuck me. Get me fatter faster if that's what it takes.

The sixth letter:

Do you like stretch marks? I hope so. I love them. They're blossoming all over my body now, red and itchy. I'm eating from when I wake up until I go to sleep. Then again when I wake up in the night. I don't think it's possible to eat more without help :( I've also gotten so much reading done, and caught up on movies, and I love painting out overlooking the garden. This life will be perfect as soon as you come by. Maybe I'm still not fat enough for you yet? It has to be soon. Please baby, please. Send a funnel if you want. More weight gain powder. Whatever you need, I'll do it. I'm yours. Forever.

The seventh letter:

Wow! Thank you so much for the funnel, it's really made a difference. I can almost feel myself getting heavier by the day. How long has it been, by the way? The time has really started to blur with all the late night feedings and naps and fatty foods. I don't know how many calories are in the shakes or what goes into the funnels, but it's got to be a lot. And I'm barely buzzed at three bottles of wine a day! Actually, I want more of those too. Or maybe some vodka in the shakes? I love feeling so helpless. Soon enough I actually will be! Maybe you'll come see me then?