peachy

i need someone to manhandle my belly and tell me how just fat i'm getting, how tight all of my clothes look, how the button on my pants is holding on for dear life and if i continue to eat itll just pop right off. remind me of all the little differences you see in me now compared to even a few months ago. the floorboards creaming under me now, the way my body jiggles through my clothings when i walk, the fact that my orders at drive thrus keep getting larger. tell me you can't wait to make it impossible for me to wear my favorite outfit again, tell me how you want me to pop the button on my new replacement pants that are already getting too tight. remind me that theres no way in hell that i can reverse what ive done to my body, so i might as well just keep going. not just because i cant bring myself to reverse the effects, but because you know that we both want to see me double the damage thats already been done.

When his strong hands grab at your doughy hips, jiggling them and kneading them, a wry and teasing chuckle on his lips. "Goodness, someone's been a greedy cow lately, haven't they? Won't be long before you're more of a pig than a cow!"

I need to walk into a room to show off a new outfit and have the immediate reaction be “oof—you’re getting fatter.”

personally what i think isn’t talked about enough is how the bigger you get the more it forces your back to arch outward. your whole body being pulled by the weight of your enormous belly.