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Oh Sakuya, there’s no more denying it now.
You call yourself a ‘disgusting, useless blubber-bag’ but you still manage to keep the house in top condition, even if it leaves you sapped of every ounce of strength.
I complimented you instead.

I admire that hard working attitude but that’s soon going to change.
You want to go on a diet, even after I’ve told you that it’s going to be a waste of time.
It’s quite clear that I’ll turn you into a hugely obese balloon of a maid no matter what you say.
I dared you to try again while I sat on the other side of our dining table with a whole chocolate cake between us and watched you last all five minutes before you begged me to let you have a taste.
Your fondness of food startled you when you discovered that not only had you grown used to the larger portions but that your belly actually needed them to stop you from going hungry.
Once full meals that barely tickled your appetite now only serve to make you hungrier and soon you’re asking for more.

Don’t try to hide the snacks in your pockets, I already know you need to eat around the clock.
Your apron is pretty much all that fits you now and even that is growing tighter by the day.
My once slender maid has come a long way to become a mountain of blubbery flesh with a huge Buddah-like stomach, tremendous, soft breasts, hugely fat thighs and a gigantic rear end.
Your upper arms are now so fat they can hardly reach the dishes and plates you eats from, let alone clean them anymore.

Your face is big and round with a most womanly double chin. Your attitude has changed completely and all you want to do now is eat.
I look at you and smile to myself, knowing fully well that you’re not nearly fat enough for me just yet.

But by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be absolutely perfect.

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Oh Sakuya, there’s no more denying it now.
You call yourself a ‘disgusting, useless blubber-bag’ but you still manage to keep the house in top condition, even if it leaves you sapped of every ounce of strength.
I complimented you instead.

I admire that hard working attitude but that’s soon going to change.
You want to go on a diet, even after I’ve told you that it’s going to be a waste of time.
It’s quite clear that I’ll turn you into a hugely obese balloon of a maid no matter what you say.
I dared you to try again while I sat on the other side of our dining table with a whole chocolate cake between us and watched you last all five minutes before you begged me to let you have a taste.
Your fondness of food startled you when you discovered that not only had you grown used to the larger portions but that your belly actually needed them to stop you from going hungry.
Once full meals that barely tickled your appetite now only serve to make you hungrier and soon you’re asking for more.

Don’t try to hide the snacks in your pockets, I already know you need to eat around the clock.
Your apron is pretty much all that fits you now and even that is growing tighter by the day.
My once slender maid has come a long way to become a mountain of blubbery flesh with a huge Buddah-like stomach, tremendous, soft breasts, hugely fat thighs and a gigantic rear end.
Your upper arms are now so fat they can hardly reach the dishes and plates you eats from, let alone clean them anymore.

Your face is big and round with a most womanly double chin. Your attitude has changed completely and all you want to do now is eat.
I look at you and smile to myself, knowing fully well that you’re not nearly fat enough for me just yet.

But by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be absolutely perfect.