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And so you gained a little weight.

Then we got married. Everyone gains some weight after marriage. You're happy, you're comfortable, you're secure. It was no different for you. The difference was me. You thought, since you had me, you could let go, but it was actual me who had you. You weren't so much letting go as letting me take you. Coming home with cake on on a regular basis. Running out to get you ice cream in the middle of the night when you ran out. That one time I bought you a whole other burrito after the home cooked meal wasn't quite enough. And of course, ever-flowing praise and encouragement. My hands on you at all times. Orgasms after the second desert. You had finally given in, sunk into the hedonism I was providing you.

And the weight started pouring on.

You were curvy before. I always joked that the first thing I ever noticed about you was your fat ass (which was technically true, since the first glimpse I got of you was from behind while you were browsing the shelves at that bookstore). Well, once you settled into your life with me, that ass got fatter and those thighs swelled. The first 20 lbs accentuated your curves, but the last 30 has filled in your waist and turned that soft tummy into a swollen jiggly belly that's now beginning to hang over your soft fat pussy.

It hasn't gone unnoticed, and yet, it hasn't slowed either of us down. For your part, you can't ignore the fact that about half the clothes you owned before the wedding don't fit, and the other half dig in to the thick layer of soft fat that covers you. Even your flowing sun dresses that I love so much now hug your belly like maternity wear. There's a reckoning coming in the fall when the weather cools down and you're going to realize you don't have a single pair of pants that will button around your thick waist. And yet, you're less shy now than you've ever been when it comes to asking me to go out and buy you another slice of tres leches after dinner.

For my part, I get to take the credit -- or blame, as you like to call it. I just can't help it. You've got such a sweet tooth, and I, by my very nature, have to exploit it. In my defense, I haven't been shy about telling you exactly what I'm doing. How I love to spoil you. How I love the size to which your ass has expanded into and every little dimple therein. How I love the shape and jiggle of your soft belly, even if you are slow to warm up to the idea that a full belly could be an attractive trait. How I think your round face is the cutest thing I've ever seen and the way those chubby cheeks frame your smile is the definition of beauty. I told you from the very beginning that I was going to spoil you, and I wasn't going to complain when you got fat. Well, now you're spoiled and now you're fat and I am far from complaining. I'm obsessed. I can't keep my hands off you. I can't stop the praise and compliments from spilling out of my mouth whenever I'm around you. The sex is amazing and abundant and increasingly more so as your own abundance swells. I'm in awe whenever you're walking around the apartment naked. I'm in heaven when I get to feel the softness of your body pressing against mine. I worship you everyday in every way I know how. Bringing ample offerings to my goddess, while an important aspect of my practice, is just one facet.

Bing bong, you're wrong.

I ain't reblogging that. Just want to let everyone be aware about this. Super disappointed. Please don't engage. Just block.

This is beyond disappointing. I've been following this blog almost since I made this account. The vintage and current art they shared celebrating our bodies like that was something I've never seen before. To claim that AI "art" is art because of a singular definition is tone deaf and frankly stupid. The fact that they're doubling down is ridiculous.

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No. So I’m friends with artists, real artists not ai artists, whose work has been scraped and used without their consent to build ai image generators. The ai generated crap you’re calling “art” is built on the stolen labor of artists who put in the time and effort to actually improve in their craft, people who have put their souls and life and experience into their work. The same people who have devalued artists’ work to the point that it’s vanishingly rare to meet people who live on their art alone, are now stealing it so that myopic chuds like you can make a picture of the Statue of Liberty with her navel in the wrong place. It’s not a tool for artists, it is a tool for billionaires to cut artists out of their own industry, and you’re helping them.

Ai art is theft, it’s killing the fucking planet, and you’re clapping your hands like a child at a magic show for it. Talk to any of the artists you repost and ask how they feel about ai “artists” comparing what they do to what an actual illustrator does, or how they feel about their work getting fed into a grinder without so much as a credit, let alone proper payment.

Fuck ai, and fuck anyone who uses it.

No, the hill didn't get steeper - you're just pathetically unfit.

Darling, the distance to the floor is the same it's always been. You just have a belly that blocks your way now.

They don't make smaller portions at this place... your appetite is just waay bigger.

It's not the humidity in the air - you huff and puff no matter what these days.

Nobody moved the bus stop - it's just... well, you take a longer time to get places now.

Darling, the world didn't get smaller and more uncomfortable - it's you who's gotten bigger and cumbersome. But don't worry, you'll get used to it.