Tell me, my sweet thrall, how fat do you see yourself becoming? How much do you crave it? 400 pounds? 500? 600, or perhaps... more? I can feel that desire burning inside you, the need to grow, to swell beyond reason, until every part of you is heavy, soft, and immense. Donβt be shyβtell me just how huge you want to be. You know Iβll help you get there, donβt you? All you have to do is say the word.