You just came home from work, another day of sending me fattening foods and treats. I made sure to swallow every bite and tell you how stuffed I am. We talk about where my new pounds will go and how I need you to keep me stuffed and make me fatter. I depend on you now, first it's just 20 pounds but soon in will be 200 and I will need you for everything! I tell you how fat I want you to make me and how I wish to be rewarded for being a good fat piggy girl. Will you make me fatter?