"Will you bring me food in bed after you make me so fat I can't move?" 300lbs. That was the goal when I finally broke down and agreed to get fatter for you. I didn't understand it at first. Why on earth would anyone want to see their partner let go of themselves? You seemed to enjoy every pound though, rubbing my swollen belly with a huge smile on your face. You even loved buying me all of my favorite cheat foods. After spending the year gorging myself and un-restricting my mindset, I guess I actually came to enjoy the weight and overindulging. Now I can't even imagine myself at a smaller size. As I near 300lbs (our end goal) I'm saddened. Will it be hard to abstain from over-eating? Will I even be able to stop gaining weight? I wouldn't have to worry about these things if I never said yes in the first place. But here we are- I guess the only rational way to take away my fears is to take away the restrictions... So fuck it. Make me immobile baby.