Your Wife Thinks You’re Getting Too Fat

When you first agreed to gain for me, if I remember correctly, you were the one concerned about your health. Afraid of what a life full of indulgence and giving in to gluttony would lead to. And now the tables have turned... kinda.

See, you’ve become my perfect pet piggy. Eating and pushing yourself into entirely new levels of obesity. Your gut stretching, your body changing, growing bigger, heavier, and softer by the day. You’re practically unrecognizable from the person you were when we started.

And now I’m supposed to be the worried one? I mean, darling, at what point are we supposed to start worrying? Another ten pounds? Twenty? Should we wait until you’ve completely outgrown the rest of your wardrobe? Perhaps I should be a more responsible wife. Smaller portions, less butter, a little restraint.

And yet, here I am in the kitchen making you a breakfast absolutely packed with butter, fussing over how big you’ve gotten while making sure you have plenty more to eat. It’s rather difficult to take my concern seriously when I’m the one making sure you never leave the table hungry. Oh, piggy. What are we going to do with you?

Clip features: female feeder, gfe, some morbid health elements