I think it's time, don't you? We're past the point of things being a little tight…

I mean, if you're asking, you are sort of… spilling out of your shirt. Not like a lot... but definitely more than you can see past that belly of yours.

No no, it's not just this shirt, it's like all of your shirts at this point. Did you not notice you've been tugging them back down all the time? It's not the dryer, my clothes are all totally fine.

It's nothing to worry about! Just a bit of belly. Okay, maybe more than a bit… it's just a few stretch marks, don't be dramatic...

And if we're already going shopping, maybe some bigger pants, too?

It's just that I've seen those red lines on your waist and hips when you unbutton your jeans. And you've been getting kind of out of breath trying to button them. And your sweatpants are getting kind of stretched out. I threw out that grey pair where the elastic snapped... those things were on the verge of shredding, like one good meal away.

I'm not saying you're fat, you're just… a little bigger than you used to be, you know? Your body changes over time, it's totally normal. You've got a bit of an appetite… not to mention more than a bit of a sweet tooth.

I really don't think it's good for you to be squeezed into uncomfortable clothes that don't fit all the time, that's why they make bigger clothes! So you can fit into them! For a little while, at least.

Maybe, just hear me out for a second, we go up… two sizes?

I know, I know. Once there's multiple extras in front of the "large" it sounds really, really big, but this way there's no way they'll feel tight on you! You can have a big dinner, sneak some of your late night ice cream, and still—

Yes, I know about the late night ice cream. Your shirts get these little chocolate drips on them... And you're not exactly graceful getting in and out of bed at this size.

Anyways, I think two sizes up, don't you? Good.

I'm not enabling you, I'm just… making sure you're comfortable and happy... and full.

🥗 preparing yourself dinner while your belly is in the way, still bloated and gurgling from lunch

🧁 eyeing dessert even though your stomach is so tight it feels like a drum, convincing yourself there’s always room for something sweet

🤰🏼 unbuttoning your jeans for relief, but still reaching for another bite because "it’s too good to stop now"

🍽 snacking nonstop while cooking, so by the time dinner is ready, you’re already stuffed—but still finishing a full plate anyway, absentmindedly rubbing your stretched belly

🏠 eating at home before meeting friends, then acting starved as you order—hoping no one notices how ballooned your belly ends up by the end

💫 feeling your stomach actively churning and gurgling, stretched to its absolute limit, yet still considering just one more bite because "it’s already this full, what difference will it make?"

🧋 feeling really thirsty but unable to sip even a bit of water because you'll just burst right away

🍒 finishing a portion meant for two, then leaning back as your belly, now doubled in size, presses firmly against the table

🫧 swallowing air on top of an already full stomach, feeling it pushing further outwards

“poor thing, you’re just too big, aren’t you?”

“sweet pet, getting so fat, you can’t even dress yourself anymore, let me help you.”

“aww, did puppy eat so much that she can’t walk anymore?”

“look at you, so unhealthy and out-of-shape that you’re out of breath just from waddling a few steps”

Another old one that i'm recycling here. I had a story idea years ago, very likely insired by an early post by @thegreedyofficefatty, about a boss getting off on fattening his tubby secretary. Yes I know, never been done before. It's a cliché because it works, right? (also I was young and not very subtle lol) Anyway, never got round to making it a proper story. So here’s what I have:

The young girl pauses at the top of the stairs, flushed and breathless, clutching her bag against her heaving tummy. A tummy that is a bit too large for a girl her age. And a bit too full for this time of day. A box of cake had greeted her at her desk this morning. A token of appreciation from the boss. He’s generous that way. Despite his disparaging remarks about fat girls in general and her own round tummy in particular, she suspects he likes to see her eat well. The way he eyes her swelling tummy during lunch, or the amount of treats he rewards her with for her hard work. Unfortunately she makes it way too easy for him…

She can feel the cake, the entire thing, sitting heavy in her distended stomach. She hadn’t been able to stop before devouring the whole thing, despite a copious breakfast. She can’t help herself. And he notices. “Ease up on the chockies there girl, that skirt is working overtime” he’ll say, or “Been treating ourselves, have we?” while giving her sides a little pat. He’ll hand her a box of donuts: “Now don’t eat them all at once, you’ve got quite enough insulation as it is.” ... To her colleagues, pointing out how she never buttons her suit jacket anymore: "Better watch what you eat girls, you think missy here always carried this little drum in front of her?" ... Or to the union rep: “Do my girls look like they need a pay raise? Look at this one, any more pampering and you’d think she’s expecting.” She hates it but she can’t seem to lose weight. And she wants to keep her job.

She smooths out her skirt and attempts to suck in her belly. No chance. The skirt has a tendency to ride up and it certainly doesn’t help that it sits tighter than it used to. Oh well. She mentally prepares for a cruel remark or two. One more deep breath and she knocks on the boss’ door. He’s in a crunch and needs her to work through lunch. It’ll do her good, avoid the temptation, she thinks. Then her eyes fall on the feast laid out on the side table. He’s watching. “If I’m ruining your lunch break I might as well make it worth your while… you’re not one to turn down a good feed are you dear? Any room left in that tummy of yours?”

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