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I've been packing on the pounds for you, and f*ck, it shows. My belly's gotten so big, so soft and heavy, spilling over my waistband every time I sit down. I know you love it. I catch you staring when I jiggle it, when I let out a stuffed moan after another greedy meal. You love how big I'm getting, how my appetite's turned insatiable. But I'm not done. Not even close. I want to keep swelling for you, rounder and heavier, until I'm overflowing with every pound I've piled on just to make your c*ck throb Look at me. Look at what gaining does to you. I see it in your eyes, that hunger when you watch me stuff my face until I'm breathless, belly distended, fingers slick with grease. You don't just want to watch anymore, do you? You want to feel this. You want your own gut hanging heavy, pressing against your waistband, spilling into your lap while you eat whatever the f*ck you want. No restrictions. No shame. Just pure, gluttonous pleasure. I want you gaining with me. Pack it in. Order the extra large. Go back for thirds. I need you swallowing down calories while you think about my growing body, how I'm getting bigger every single day for your pleasure. Each pound I add makes me want to feed you more, watch you expand, know that your belly's growing because I told you to grow it. I'll gain for you. Every lazy, overstuffed afternoon, every midnight binge, every time I waddle to the fridge still full from dinner. But you have to gain for me too. I want to see that gut push out. I want to hear you groan when you're too stuffed to move, when you've eaten so much you can barely breathe, knowing you did it because I commanded it. Eat for me. Overeat for me. Let me encourage that gluttony, that surrender to pure appetite. I want you face-stuffing like I do, cheeks bulging, barely chewing, desperate for the next bite before you've swallowed the last. No stopping. No slowing down. Just bigger bellies, heavier bodies, mutual descent into obese bliss. We're in this together now. Every pound. Every stretch mark. Every gasp when we realize we've outgrown another pair of pants. Keep eating. Keep growing. I need you massive for me.

Gain for me, I'll gain for you.

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