gross girl

100lbs, a romcom lead. 200lbs, sex symbol. 300lbs and above… they won’t look away.

she lands a role in a superhero film. Big money, big fame. her agent had to warn them against asking about losing weight - it’s not gonna happen. she can’t at this point, not without surgery.

the audience is never ready for the way Amber bloats either... her eyes roll back in her head as the tube fills with the fullest, fattiest, creamiest substance concoctable by her dieticians and she starts to guzzle it down with abandon. she's several feet wide of pillow-soft, puddling fat - so imagine the shock when she begins to rise.

FATTER

NNOWWW

Every single person. Bursting out of their clothes. Everyone so fat they can hardly move.

Firstly, there is the physical aspects. I literally have pillows built-in everywhere. Thighs? Soft and cushioned. Butt? Round and plump. Chest? Full and supple. Tummy? A huge, pillowy mountain of warmth and comfort. And even the bits that you wouldn't expect, like arms, side rolls, back, calves, neck. All of it has a wonderful layer of softness. I'm basically a big walking teddy bear at this point.

To add to this, the warmth of it all is such a boon in the winter. All the extra insulation and padding means I don't have to shiver as I run errands during the winter. Summer can get in the bin though. 24/7 sweaty is not it.

Also, just taking up more room is just such a confidence boost. I can't be a wallflower cause I'm just too big to just hide in the corner. I have to be this big, confident, jolly giant. I've literally gotten so big I've been forced into being more outgoing.

Which brings me onto more mental aspects. These are gonna be a lot more personal to me, but I hope others can relate. The first one is just simply comfortable with my own appearance. While I feel I can equate this to growing up as a person, and to this very blog, I think going from slim to fat definitely had a positive effect on it. It's hard to put an exact pin on, but I feel like more of me now. I feel I'm more of a man in some way, and in others I feel like I've got this big, soft protective armour.

Mmm~ thought so~

Well that’s par for the course, honey! If you get treats crammed down your greedy maw every day then you’re bound to get softer, heavier for me.

God, look at you. Tummy hanging, all fours like a good girl like you should be…fine, I’ll loosen the collar by a notch, quit whining….there, all better?

Atta girl. So well behaved, so well trained…so easy to command, aren’t you? My obedient little mutt?

Mmmm that’s my good girl, what a good puppy. Good puppies get treats, don’t they? So sit back, plop that fat ass of yours down, and let me grab the chocolate milk.

Yes, honey, the whole half gallon…no, quit bitching, you can do it…here it is!

I inject Guilty Gear directly into my veins, so I'm very qualified to talk about fetishizing its cast.