I'm sure you could eat one more bite

oh…your belly is so big and fat it hangs over your waistband ? [trying really really hard not to drool] I don’t mind haha don’t even- oh. oh the overhang is so heavy you’ve got a big crease at your hips,? [tongue falling out of my mouth, giant hearts in my eyes] that’s.fine yeah hahaha don’t worry about it I- oh it kind of gets in the way of-? [fading in and out of consciousness. nose bleeding] thAt’s total.ly fine by me I can work 👍 with that!’!

sorry i started sweating and blushing when you said your clothes have been feeling tighter lately. unfortunately its because i am a pervert

concept: pulling you closer by your belt loops but it’s kinda hard to slip my fingers through them because your rounded gut is pressing so heavily against the fabric and the pudge across your upper belly is spilling over the waistband and if not for how those jeans squeeze at your new softness i might’ve guessed they were painted on and oh god that poor zipper… what were we talking about? come here baby. let’s get those off of you; they look so uncomfortable.. ;)

you can stay indoors all day when the sun is out, and sometimes it's nice like a cool draught from a tranquil spring, but watch out because if you stay indoors for two days in a row while the sun is out you start doing odd gothic literature things, stalking the halls and passages and muttering to yourself and parting the blinds to gaze down at your neighbours with a haunted look before turning away to contemplate your mannequins #yourmannequins. three days and you're basically fucked. you have to throw a towel over your head to scurry as far as the store for milk and people jeer at you like frankenstein's monster.

You haven't played with a big stuffed gut in a while have you? You should really fix that.

When you eat so much you slip into a trance, and you only snap back to reality because it’s been an unusual amount of time since your last bite, and that’s because you’re fully leaned back in the chair, left arm bracing against the table holding you up, right hand carefully floating the next bite of sushi from the plate all the way to your mouth. It’s navigating this giant distance from plate to mouth that’s created the unusual amount of time between bites, and you realize this has been happening for a while because all you see on the table in front of you are empty takeout containers. In the moments for all these thoughts to process, you become aware of just swollen you feel, of how you can’t bend in the middle, of how your breathes are short, of how your shirt clings to your middle. It’s like going from 0-60 in three seconds. It’s exhilarating. You grab the last container of rice and delete it. You’re glad you have dessert. Three deep fried Oreos and ice cream. Inhaled. You stand up for the first time, and your center of gravity is way off. Your belly feels like it’s being squeezed, yet somehow grows outward and stretches before you. You touch your belly to see how tight it feels, and even you’re surprised. Satisfied.

words can not describe how much i love ball guts. the kind where you can’t tell that they’re overweight until they turn around and you’re greeted by this ginormous sphere of fat. it just feels so greedy to me. you’re constantly stuffing yourself to the brim so now your stomach enters the room before you. the poor thing is riddled with vivid stretch marks, bright red and angry. they always have to tug down their shirt because it keeps riding up. it can’t cover that fat fucking blob protruding from their body. i have to squeeze my thighs together every time i see one. watching them struggle to get up. getting red in the face while they squirm around like a beached wall. i like making them ask for help. it makes me feral. the flushed look of humiliation because they’re too fat to get off the couch themselves. don’t even get me started on the love handles. . .

Get a good look, next time you see the net shirt it's going to be tight 😈