as in i am chubby and a historian

I need a pretty girl to pour me drinks until I'm too fuzzy and floaty to notice when she pulls me into her lap and gropes my tits and traces her fingers over my wet panties, too hazy and spinny and out of it to know what's going on

I want your loose clothes to tighten on you, your baggy wardrobe pulling around your softening belly, hips, thighs. I wanna see the blush on your face when you realize that your shirt is straining on your tummy, your soft chub pushing out over the waist of your jeans. Bigger and bigger, slowly enough that you don’t even realize it’s happening until nothing fits quite right anymore. And above all else, I want the realization to turn you on. I want it to hit you out of nowhere. I want you to be a whimpering mess for me as I tease you about what you’ve done.

Not to be a slut, but I'm thinking about eating food.

fat rolls are sooo pretty 💓I love the way fat squishes into itself, creating soft little mountains of fat, I love how big tummies compress into rolls when sitting down, or how back fat folds over the fat of your lower back and love handles, and the way that when you move around the world and contort your body it creates little flabby rolls on your side, it's especially beautiful that if you get fat enough they're always there, as a reminder that there is so much plump flesh on your body that it squishes into itself to make room for everything, creating so many beautiful rolls of fat that are crafted perfectly for loving hands to squish and sink into 💓💓

so fucking hotttt, i need to remake this with someone 😵‍💫