Anything involving me growing fatter and having feeders make me enormous. Growing pile of soft blubber ready to be played with. Jiggling my new found pounds of fat, groping my lard filled rolls, greasy and shiny like a true prize winning hog.
Being the new pig on the farm and learning a lot from the superchub hog @thenotorious-pig. Teasing each other, pouring thousands of calories into our growing bellies.
For what purpose you might ask, darling?
Stuff me, so I can be a better pillow for you to rest your head on as we whisper sweet nothings to each other.
Thicken me up, so I can keep you warm at night.
Feed me, so my growing belly becomes a testament to your sweet skills.
Put weight on me, so I'm a heavy anchor that you can hold onto when the seas of life get rough.
Fatten me up, so I'm a teddy bear to comfort you.
Make me an ocean of flesh that you can dive into and get lost in when you want an escape.
Grow my love handles and other rolls so you have lots to grab onto when we are intimate.
Make me bigger so you feel safe and protected in the arms of my wide frame
Get me to outgrow my clothes, so you can customize my new wardrobes to your liking.
Give me plumper cheeks and a thicker double chin, so people can instantly see that something has changed dramatically in my life -- that I've fallen for you.
Soften my body, so I can press it more thoroughly against yours as we embrace.
Put a big, hanging belly on me, so that those parts of me that are exclusively yours to behold are well hidden, even from me. Make it so that every time I look down, all I see is this part of me that you have created. Let me be reminded that I'm taken by you, and am yours alone.
Do it all on purpose, dear!