>>11939Realistically I'd pick A. Even if it's just fetish stuff, I don't want to risk sexually traumatizing any kids, I've been through that myself and it can fuck you up for life. Plus I don't want to get in trouble of course. But that's the boring answer.
In the magical world of lolis, where human nature is different and trauma doesn't happen, my answer would be some mix of B, C, and D.
First order of business would be, simplify my own lifestyle as much as possible to increase my leftover / disposable income, and put it all toward spoiling her. It's fine, her lovely company will be all the luxury I need.
Her new clothes would be stretchy one-size-fits-all material. Actually even smaller than the clothes she's already wearing; her old clothes are already for chubby little girls, but she's not chubby anymore, she's getting *fat* -- whereas the new clothes, though nominally one size fits all, are modeled after medium, i.e. girls her age who *don't* eat like grown-ups.
I'd throw out the excuse that we need clothes that will keep fitting her because I can't afford to keep buying her new clothes at the rate she's growing. Which is probably true, but of course the real reason is to get her into clothes that are very comfortable enough for her to wear and yet also clearly much too small for her. To maximize the amount of her titanic tummy and tush she exposes, of course, without her suspecting anything or being in any pain.
The rest of the room I'd have made in my budget, I'd spend on games, snacks, and extra groceries. No more "unknowingly;" in the evenings, I'd deliberately cook her huge meals for the next day, bigger and richer than I myself would eat, perhaps a time-and-a-half my own needs. As much as I would eat if I were noticeably overweight. I'd also keep the sofa stocked to the brim with sweets, chips, etc.
I'd serve her her breakfast in the morning before heading out, spend my lunch break video conferencing with her to make sure she ate her whole breakfast and eats her whole lunch, and spend the evening cuddling with her in my lap, massaging her belly and filling her up with her dinner while watching her play. My hips would sink quite a ways into the fold of her gargantuan bottom, and, once she's gotten large enough, they'd probably disappear entirely from view, her cheeks and thighs enveloping my lap completely.
Once she's finished dinner, I'd keep massaging, get snacks into her at her request so she can stay fueled up without taking her hands off the controller, and let her stay up playing later than her bedtime, but only a little bit later, maybe an hour, since she needs plenty of sleep as a young one to begin with, and a little more on top of that to digest all her food.
I work an office job. It would be feasible for me to work from home. If I could talk my boss into an arrangement like that, I'd let her bury my lap in flab all day long.
She wouldn't stay small enough to bathe herself for long. At bedtime, I'd make sure she gets her hygiene needs met, and would be quite enthusiastic to handle such matters for her as it becomes necessary. Never mind if she ever outgrows the tub; we'd find a way to get every inch of her scrubbed nonetheless.
In bed each morning and night, I'd make sure she gets certain bare minimum exercise to keep her blood flowing. For several reps, I'd push her legs back, and then set them back down. This is an actual common bariatric care routine. I'd totally be doing it just to make sure she maintains good circulation in her thighs. Totally not motivated by how her enormous rear sticks out and spreads for me when her legs are up, absolutely not.
In all seriousness, while a certain extent of poor health would be to be expected, her *basic* health and comfort would remain our top priority. Aside from that very light exercise routine, her meals would be prepared from high-quality and healthy ingredients (even given that we won't compromise on deliberately making them very unbalanced and very high-calorie) and tummy aches absolutely would not be tolerated un-rubbed. We'd do what we could to get her outside regularly for fresh air and friendly company her own age. And if, even with these precautions, her weight ever became life-threatening or very uncomfortable for her, then I would deign to give up the lolicon feeder dream, consider it fulfilled, and help her slim down.
