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. Donโt be shyโtell me just how huge you want to be. You know Iโll help you get there, donโt you? All you have to do is say the word.