I tie you up with my own nylons. Can you move, honey? No? Perfect. Now, I've decided that you're too thin and independent. I don't like it. Before you even try to protest, you know that I don't even care. You're nothing but my property and I'll do whatever I want with you. I'll begin shoving some bread down your throat and if you refuse, I'll just cover your nose and feed you anyway. I'll keep fattening you up as you grow fatter and bigger just the way I like it. You'll be my slave, unable to move until you hit 600 pounds, trapped in your own body, being nothing but my toy to amuse me. Mayb... Show more