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The frat president wasn’t surprised when this dumb piggy dropped out of school after a semester of watching his lazy ass sit around all day eating whatever he could get his fingers on. He decided to let the porker stay, but he’d have to do everything he was told by the brothers.

I imagine him sat on the couch, growing belly over the waistband of his shorts and his tank top resting on the top of it, a hand on his stomach.

He calls out, as he usually does. That elongated baaaaabe – so whiny and desperate. So hungry, even if his stomach isn’t really empty.

“What is it, love? What do you need?” his partner asks, sitting next to him and squeezing his arm supportively.

“Can you get be some ice cream, babe? It’s hot. I need something sweet during the commercials.”

“Of course. You should have told me you were getting hot.” They kiss his cheek and rub his belly.

He ends up making through the whole pint, all past inhibitions completely gone.

He reminds me I should be grateful.

Remember before? Before he realized I was cotton-headed for big, soft bellies and desperate to find one of my own to fill. Remember how lonely I was, because I couldn’t find anyone like him who would let me.

What I’ve got now is a privilege. I should be grateful.

When I come home from work late, completely exhausted, I shouldn’t go shower, spend an hour on the couch, and then go to bed. I should start making his food. Because that’s what I want, isn’t it? To feed him. To be allowed to touch him, to love him.

I should be grateful. And I am, it’s just…

Yeah, your belly does feel good. Yeah. I feel better. Thank you. I love you, too.

Self-care and some time to myself isn’t a healthy way to recharge. I understand that now. I need to cuddle up to him, be grateful he lets me, and fondle him. I should get on his lap and feed him something I made, feel the satisfaction there and project it towards him in the form of gratitude.

Because I’m grateful.

If I’m sad, I go to him. If I’m happy, excited, angry, or tired, I go to him. I feed, fondle, and get off to him. Because he allows me to.

It’s becoming harder and harder to stay in denial about my gain 🥴