Let's play a game.
You put on your tightest, TIGHTEST outfit.
I want it to be suffocating you, so close to giving out.
Then we'll go to dinner.
You are going to eat the biggest appetizer, the biggest entree, and the biggest dessert.
You already looked red-faced walking in, with your pants ready to break open, so here's the fun part.
After you finish, if your clothes stay intact, if your belly isn't hanging in your lap all round and stuffed, then i'll give you my jacket to hide while we walk back out.
But, if your button pops
If your shirt rides up too far to pull down
If you stuff yourself beyond fitting back into those clothes
You are going to walk out and let everyone see.
It was already obvious you cant control yourself around food
But i'll make sure everyone can see just how much you've let yourself go
If you even have to undo your pants just to fit more into that big belly, you lose
You'll have to walk out, desperately pulling your shirt down
Trying so hard to hide that hanging, wobbly gut.
Trying to hide your face so that while everyone there is staring, whispering about how fat you are, they don't see how flustered you are about it.
They already watched you stuff your face, they already know that you have quite the appetite
Then once we're in the car, just to make sure you know it's obvious, we'll go through a drive-thru
I'll order so much food they'll think we have a party in the car
But when we pull up, they'll just see you
Shirt too small
Pants wide open
Clutching your stuffed, fat belly in the passenger seat
And they'll know it's all for you, fatty.
