Goddess Commands : Double Your Calories

Description: 1920x1080 hd  ???? ????  oh, my devoted little piggy, you are ready for a challenge aren't you? it's time for goddess to take complete control and transform you into the bloated, obedient fat boy i deserve. from this moment on, your calorie intake doubles every single day. if you were pathetically scraping by on 2,500 calories, now you're shoving down 5,000 without mercy. no excuses, no half-measures; you'll binge until your gut swells like a balloon, face-stuffing greasy burgers, creamy pastas, and endless piles of junk food until every last calorie is crammed into your expanding frame. picture it: you at the table, fork in one hand, spoon in the other, feeding yourself for me. that first extra 1,000 calories hits your system, making your belly bloat outward, pressing against your waistband as you groan in delicious submission. but you won't stop oh no, you'll keep going, layer after layer of fat building under my command. feel the weight piling on your hips, your thighs rubbing together thicker and softer with each overindulgent meal. your once-flat stomach? gone. replaced by rolls that jiggle when you move, a constant reminder that you're getting fatter for your goddess. every day starts with a massive breakfast binge, pancakes in syrup, bacon strips by the dozen, eggs fried in butter doubling what you thought was enough. lunch? a feast of pizzas, loaded with cheese that melts into your greedy mouth, washing it down with sugary sodas that spike your intake higher. dinner is where you really let loose: whole chickens roasted and stuffed back into you, sides of mashed potatoes slathered in gravy, desserts that leave you panting and stuffed to bursting. and don't forget the midnight snacks, ice cream tubs emptied in one sitting, cookies crumbling as you shove handful after handful past your lips. you will binge until the plastic seams of your furniture creak. you will face-stuff until your cheeks bruise against the take-out containers. you will over-eat until the scale begs for mercy and then you will eat again, because mercy is not in my vocabulary. stuff. eat. repeat. let those three words loop in your head like a greasy mantra while your hands shovel delivery after delivery into your obedient mouth. 5,000 is the floor, not the ceiling. special feast days will demand 7 000, 10 000, 15 000. you will wake up in the middle of the night to protein shakes mixed with heavy cream and cake batter, chugging so the taste doesn’t slow you down. you will set phone alarms every ninety minutes because shrinking is failure, and failure is punished by even crueler calorie quotas.  edge yourself on the promise of permanent expansion, then open that first family-size bag, press play, and begin the rest of your bloated life. yes, goddess.now feed.