This Christmas, I don’t need shiny trinkets or fancy presents; all I want is for you to fully lean into being the feeder I know you can be. There’s nothing else I crave more than feeling the ever-thickening layer of lard that engulfs me swell under your care. I fantasize about you pushing me further, helping me surpass every limit, to exceed all previous boundaries, with every succulent bite and decadent treat propelling me toward unprecedented sizes. Feed me until I'm your supersized sow, a 600-pound pig whose sheer size leaves me completely at your mercy, unable to even touch her own pussy, leaving me utterly dependent on you.