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Thinking about heading out like this… Suspenders holding on, shirt doing its best...

You're so big now, so gorgeously fat, that there truly is no other explanation for just how you got this big this fast. I bet they can all tell just how much you love it when your belly is so painfully full, when you pop buttons, making a massive pig of yourself.

Every time you move, there is more heaviness to you, a soft sway that tells the story of every calorie we’ve stuffed into your tummy. I love watching the way your skin stretches tight, gleaming and smooth, struggling to contain the sheer size of your growth.

How much longer will it be until you admit you want this? You already spend your time looking at all big fatties the internet. It's only a bit of fun.

How much longer until you let me start taking a box of chocolate to bed to feed you? It's only a little treat.

How much longer until that button pops, the waistband is so tight around your belly? It's only an excuse to finally buy that next size up.

How much longer until you realize It's too late to stop? Your way past your goal weight. It's just a starting point anyway.

At first, it was all just fun and games. A quick stop for a burger on the way home couldn’t have hurt anyone. But then the months treats became weekly and then became a necessity. The numbers are starting to add up, and so is the weight.

Watching your clothes get tight wasn't a big deal at first I always had a larger size waiting for you anyway. But now, your tummy is filling your lap, spilling over and hanging heavy between your thighs. It’s starting to feel like a permanent change, isn't it? A soft, heavy reality that you can't just unbutton and walk away from.

When you first laid in bed for a full day, it was fine. I loved bringing you everything you needed, catering to every craving. But now, it’s getting harder and harder for you to leave the mattress at all. Your body is becoming a beautiful anchor, tethering you to the sheets, making the world outside the bedroom feel smaller and smaller.

tell me i can only move around our flat on all fours. that i have to be naked 24/7.

make me eat my food out of a bowl or off the floor like a good dog.

feed me treats constantly and then frown about how big i’m getting and threaten to put me on a diet.

Love a late night 2 litre soft drink bloat 🥰 feeling so nice and big and swollen. Trying not to whimper at the moment but at this point my panting is probably just as loud lbr

A little pre-chug pic for comparison, although I was already a bit full before hehe