Grrrrrr

Once everyone leaves, and it's just the two of them, of course there will be some frustration from the feedee. "What the hell was that?!", "How could you do that to me?!", etc., etc. But then there's a knock at the door. Just outside are several bags of takeout. So soon after everyone left, the feeder had to have ordered it during the intervention. The feedee turns, and the feeder is right there, taking the feedee's love handles and pulling them close.

You stop walking before I do.

The table stretches across the room, covered with plates, bowls, glasses catching the afternoon light.

It looks less like lunch and more like a still life.

Beautiful.

Overwhelming.

The kind of scene that makes the whole room smell warm.

I glance down at my swimsuit for a second, suddenly aware that it's the only thing separating me from the sunlight pouring through the windows.

"You've been staring at it," you say.

"I'm just taking it in."

You smile, but you don't answer.

The silence between us feels heavier than the heat outside.

The waves keep breaking somewhere beyond the terrace, steady enough to drown out everything else.

You pull out a chair.

I don't sit.

Not yet.

Instead, I keep looking at the table as if it's asking a question neither of us knows how to answer.

"You always overthink things," you murmur.

"I know."

The breeze brushes against my shoulders.

The swimsuit still smells faintly of saltwater.

For a moment, everything feels suspended.

The ocean.

The afternoon.

The conversation.

Even time.

You finally break the silence.

"Are you coming?"

I look at you.

Then at the table.

Then back at the sea.

Sometimes the hardest thing isn't making a choice.

It's realizing that every choice says something about who you're becoming.

Without another word, I pull out the chair to seat down on the table and start eating

The waves keep rolling in.

Guys I may explode 1600 calories in one go.

A slight gain.

A slight gain.

It's not something you're supposed to drink yet you can't help yourself.

But not because you like the taste...

No, a pint of heavy cream means something different to you.

Every time you drink it, you know as it fills your stomach that there's no turning back.

You're going to wake up fatter tomorrow and all it took was one drink.

Because the truth is heavy cream is not just a drink...

It's a fat potion.

And simply realizing that you're drinking fat potion just makes you want to drink it faster.

And it makes it addictive, knowing you can so easily drink yourself fat.

So you do it.

You start drinking heavy cream every day, slowly pushing your limits with how much you can hold.

The speed at which you gain always surprises you.

Blowing past 20lbs a month like it's nothing.

In almost no time at all you've gone from being average to very chubby.

Nobody says anything but you know they notice it.

How could they not?

You have a belly now, your face is fat and you're chubby all over.

But the pace of your gains never seems to falter.

And you know that you're just a few months away from becoming the morbidly obese person you've always wanted to be.

Heavy cream will transform you.

🎀 real belts SUCK! 🎀

NEED to be teased for how i actually burst out of my bridesmaids dress when i sat down 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 (thankfully it was after the wedding before the reception but idk someone might've saw)

this dress is a size 30... the biggest they went up to 😩

Feed them until they are no longer able to suck it in.

Feed them until they are panting and unable to take a deep breath.

Feed them until their biggest shirts ride up over their belly.

Feed them until their jeans no longer button even if they try to suck it in.