I’m pregnant and hysterically delighted that every inch I grow, you’ll be forced to match. For every pound I put on, you will eat, expand, and honor me with your new shape. This is feeding, spoiling, and punishing all at once, and I will command every bite.
You will follow my food list, obey my rules, and watch your body change while I revel in it. You will carry my pregnancy with me, physically and mentally, and you will love the humiliation of becoming softer, slower, and utterly devoted to my appetite. Trust me, you will do it.