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My headcanon timelapse for Stephen Stills >:]

I would love to see you rub your belly and take your t shirt off, running a hand over your belly and slapping your fat as you laugh and say “this thing is going to be the death of me soon”. As you tell anyone watching that you don’t expect to survive your next heart scare.

I want you to proudly stick your gut out and ask me if I even think you will look good in a coffin.

As I run a tape measure round your belly and tease you about how big you are getting I want to hear you tell me that you expect to die young because of how fat you are letting yourself become.

I want you to be so reckless that as even I, and others, warn you about how out of shape you are getting that you just give a little smirk. We both know exactly what you are doing as you let me feed you fatter each day. Happily working up your heart as you tell me you want an open casket funeral.

Am I very fat right now?

Perfect gamer

Wild love handles

He is clearly bigger now in 2026

When you can’t stop stuffing ’til the sun goes down. Scene from one of my previous stories ‘Deal With The Devil’ given the full-colour treatment.