sorry mom

Or maybe the rest won’t catch up. The difference will only grow bigger.

Getting so fat that you go from having slight love handles to them being a part of your massive side stomach. You can grab heaping handfuls of fat on each side and shake your massive gut and watch it ripple with lard. There is no small gut now, just a giant mass of fat and your own greed that got you here. Your belly button isn't even visible; it's buried under your upper stomach, which folds over the lower part. It hangs over your legs and stops you from pleasuring yourself. It pulls you down and makes it hard to walk when standing, and pins you to the couch when you sit down. You run out of breath shifting it around and getting comfortable. Forget finding clothes that fit over it; they all just ride up your huge gut so everyone can see how fat you are. Even baggy clothing won't stop the under hang from peeking out. There is no escaping the giant ball of flesh that you turned yourself into. You made yourself a fat, obese cow, and now you have to pay the price for being so gluttonous and horny.

being a pervert about concepts is awesome. i don't even have to be naked just put me in a situation.

the sluttiest outfit known to this world is when the shirt is a little too small and rides up the belly so the bottom is visible, maybe even up to the belly button if we're feeling truly scandalous. maybe over the belly button. maybe like half of the gut isn't even covered. maybe not even at all. oh my.