I can’t stop thinking about how you’ve fattened me up just for this moment. You’ve been feeding me, softening me, preparing me to be bred. Your heavy, obedient feedee, ready to be filled in every way. Once you’ve bred me, the hormones will take over, and I’ll be ravenous. I’ll eat nonstop, growing rounder, heavier, and lazier with every passing day. All that baby weight will settle into me: soft, thick, and permanent. You’ve created the perfect greedy cow, swollen and satisfied, built to grow and never stop.