As I swell with indulgence, you just keep shrinking away. Every pound I gain makes you smaller, weaker, and more obedient. I tower over you now, my soft, heavy body a stark contrast to your frail, pathetic frame. We compare our bodies — my arms thicker than your thighs, my belly hanging heavy while your stomach caves in. I make you flex for me, but your skinny little arms look like twigs next to mine. The more I grow, the less you are, until you’re nothing but a submissive, shrunken shadow of the man you used to be.