Love This.

Love this.

Ever since I started reading your blog I can’t stop passively fattening my partner. I don’t force food on them or anything, but the more snacks and sugary drinks I bring home, the more they’ll eat. They will complain about weight gain and then 5 minutes later inhale 2,000 calories worth of fast food slop like it’s nothing. I have started to add heavy cream and butter to some dishes I cook…but they just say my food is getting better and better. Today they said they were “spilling out of their clothes” 🥵 and I’ve never been more glad I don’t have a dick to show how turned on I was. I just keep rubbing their belly and flabby arms and telling them how much I love their body. They aren’t FAT fat yet, but there is literally 0 muscle on their entire body.

They’ve gained at least 10lbs in the last month with no purposeful gaining. Just wanted to share and thank you for the inspiration of slowly blowing up their waistline.

How profoundly hot this is. Reminds me of when my husband first started noticeably getting bigger! I hope they keep gaining weight and remain blissfully ambivalent about the situation so you can continue to plump them up to gigantic proportions. Keep that good cooking coming and that belly will keep creeping closer to the end of their lap!

Why bother with a glass, when bottle is single swipe. 🤷‍♂️

blast off!

- Oh... I donn remember... ordering pischaa buh itch okay! Love pischaa! Hihhihihiii juzz gonna eh... crawl... eh... can ya cum in ann helph me pay..? schome way. hehe ann maybe get anotha bottle? hehehe... I´ll geh out of ma clothesch when he go for da drinkh... hihihihi

- You said that last part out loud. But it is okay, I´m coming in and I fetch you as many drinks as you want. I think we´ll get really close today.

What, yes, of course.

me, me, me

Life goals in one word: nnumb

How are you feeling now hm?

nnumb

The irony wasn’t lost to Stina. She had been mocking the idea of the alcoholic house wife that drank because of the boredom of being home all the time. She had also wanted to quit her mind numbing job, and when her new man offered that she could become a stay at home wife, because he’s salary covered for both of then, and then some, she had happily agreed. It had just been so easy, and there was always so much alcohol in the house. And her husband enjoyed a few too many glasses of wine in the evenings, and when she had too much, he was always the sweetest and most generous man she ever met. And after a few months, he began catering her lunch, so she didn’t have to do the menial task of preparing her own food, and it became even easier, a glass of wine for breakfast to make her husband happy, a little bit of wine by herself to chase the hangover. The wine and the drinks delivered with her catered lunch. By then it was rather hazy, but as Stina suckled another bottle of wine to numb the boredom waiting for her husband to get home, she felt grateful. It was so easy everything. She even had her clothes laid out to her before she stumbled out of bed every morning. Stone snorted, she was one of those alcoholic house wife’s, but she didn’t care anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. She emptied the bottle. The room swam and spun. She was quite certain she could not walk. It was okay. Her husband would be home soon, and he would bring her more wine.