Future House Husband

Trans women on bbw blogs, trans men on bhm blogs, and nb gainers not being misgendered

Being so full of meals made with your love and care that they cannot properly express their thankfulness without belching.

Bonus points if you're messing with them a little and prodding for more opinions, and they're trying so hard to give you a proper response but they're simply too full to be coherent anymore:

"How'd you like the potatoes? I might have added too much grease on top, don't you think?"

"BHHOOOOOUUURRRrrrrppp..."

How far your mind has slipped.

How big you’re truly going to get.

You thought in your head a few pounds wouldn’t hurt.

Eating for a hot girl wasn’t so bad.

You could lose it anyways.

Oh how wrong you were fatty.

You’ve blown up since you’ve met me.

Your belly expanding outward.

Love handles pouring over your sides.

Jiggling like a bowl of jello.

Ass and thighs widening out. Wobbling with every step you take.

Tits swelling up.

Face plumping up.

Yet you’re blissfully unaware.

Gorging your little heart out.

Packing pound after pound onto your body just because I told you to.

I just keep watching as you finally become permanently addicted.

A glutton forever.

A message someone sent me made me run numbers

If you can get your average step counts down to 650 that means it takes over TWO WEEKS to move your piggy little body as much as a normal person should MINIMUM, PER DAY.

Imagine that. A time lapse of you lounging around, sitting on your ever fatter ass for two weeks of lazing and stuffing your piggy little throat with treats, for an entire two weeks. And all that adds up to the activity that healthy people are getting done every single waking day.