1920x1080 HD Because you know what happens when you obey me. When you gain for me. You have no idea how wet I get watching you eat, Bro. Every time you shovel another handful into your mouth, every time your stomach pulses with a full, uncomfortable gurgle, I feel it deep inside me. I love your gaining. I love how your arms wobble when you move, how your cheeks have softened, how your breathing comes heavier now like your body is working harder just to hold all this delicious mass you’re building. Step-Mom says you’re out of control. That you should stop. But I say more. More burgers. More pasta. More late-night binges with me right there, urging you on. I brought you three helpings of lasagna last weekend and I made you eat every bite, even when your stomach was rock-hard and you groaned just shifting on the couch. I want you softer, heavier, lazier so stuffed you can’t button a single pair of jeans. Are you ready to gain just for me, Step-Bro? Who’s gonna stop you when I’m the one feeding you and loving every pound? I can't wait to see you balloon up and gain more weight. No more dieting, exercising or listening to step-mom.