Sushi Bagder

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Letícia stood for a few minutes in front of the mirror before finally sighing and heading to the bathroom.

The cold floor beneath her feet made her shiver slightly. Still distracted by thoughts of Lucas, she began to slowly undress. First her blouse, pulling the fabric away from beneath her full, heavy breasts. Then her tight pants, unbuttoning and lowering the zipper at the same instant she felt the relief of finally being able to breathe freely without feeling the jeans constricting, even though she wore a triple extra-large size, and with some effort she removed the rest of the pants from her thick thighs.

When she stood naked before the bathroom mirror, the reality of her own body returned in full.

Her large belly hung firmly over her lower abdomen, soft and heavy, warm, swaying with each step, covering a part of her body that had been inaccessible to her for quite some time, forming soft waves of fat as she moved. There were faint marks on her skin where the waistband of her pants had pressed before. The sides of her waist, near her hips, were indeed so wide and exaggeratedly thicker than they should be, yet lacking in abundance compared to her disproportionate and epic "arrière." Her voluminous breasts rested heavily on her torso, following the slow movement of her breath.

She knew that body intimately.

She knew the way everything swayed when she walked. The heat trapped between the folds of her skin. The thickness of her thighs constantly rubbing together. The practical—but also humiliating—necessity of lifting her stomach with one hand to clean certain parts during a shower.

While doing this, she looked away from the mirror for a moment.

But then she remembered Lucas's gaze.

And that changed something.

Because for the first time in a long time, she wondered if anyone could look at that entire body without revulsion. Without judgment. Perhaps even with desire.

The hot water cascaded over her skin as confused thoughts swirled in her head. His smile. The note. The way he seemed genuinely happy talking to her.

When she got out of the shower, she wrapped the towel around her body and went back to the bedroom. She opened the closet drawer and took out her favorite blue pajamas—a loose t-shirt and short shorts made of soft fabric.

Or at least they used to be loose.

As she put them on, she immediately noticed how much tighter the fabric was than the last time. The t-shirt clung more to her stomach, outlining her rounded curve without hiding almost anything. The shorts were tight on her thighs and rode up a little when she walked, following the heavy sway of her hips.

She let out a low, humorless laugh.

—Great…

Still, it was comfortable.

And warm.

She sat on the bed with the box of donuts beside her and turned on the television just to fill the silence of the apartment. Then she opened the package.

She ate one.

Then another.

And another.

The sweetness seemed to fill something inside her that she couldn't name. Each bite brought back memories of the diner, Lucas's voice, his smile calling her cute after knocking over chairs like a walking disaster.

When she realized it, the box was empty.

And she still wanted more.

She grabbed her phone almost without thinking and ordered a large family-size pizza and a huge tub of ice cream.

Forty minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Letícia jumped out of bed with a speed she didn't usually possess, but for the food, the effort would be worth it. Her blue pajamas followed the movement of her body, stretching over her heavy belly as she almost ran to the door. Everything about her seemed to move along with it: the gentle sway of her wide hips, the rise and fall of her enormous buttocks, the softness of her arms, the movement of her thick thighs under her short shorts.

When she opened the door, the delivery man stood still for a second.

It was quick.

But she noticed.

His eyes involuntarily traveled down her body before returning to her face. An automatic look. Assessing. Not exactly cruel… but familiar.

She knew and understood that look.

The kind of look that made silent calculations.

Pizza + ice cream = Fat woman.

His mind had probably already constructed the whole story.

The delivery man simply cleared his throat and extended the card machine.

—Good evening.

—Good evening…

She felt the heat rise to her face again as she took the order and swiped her card. His gaze lingered a little longer on her stomach, outlined by her tight pajamas, before looking away.

There was no comment.

No unkind words.

But sometimes silence said it all.

When she closed the door, Letícia leaned back against it and let out a heavy sigh.

Then she looked at the boxes in her hands.

And, against all logic, the first person she thought of wasn't the delivery man.

It was in Lucas.

Letícia returned to the room carrying the pizza, the fries, the soda, and the enormous tub of ice cream; it was as if she were taking little treasures to bed.

The room was lit only by the television, which was on low volume, scattering lights of alternating colors across the walls. She settled onto the mattress, which sank under her weight, and with a heavy sigh leaned back against the headboard, leaning comfortably, already placing the pizza box on her voluminous belly.

Her blouse rode up, sliding across her soft skin as she moved briefly to pick up the slices, revealing the lower part of her body that hangs down when she's standing or sitting, while she breathed deeply, and as she chewed, savoring the pizza, she eagerly awaited sips of ice-cold soda.

She took bites that could easily have been the whole slice at once.

She immediately closed her eyes and relaxed carefree, simply eating, giving in to her gluttony naturally as usual.

The melted, warm cheese, the generously spread meat, the texture, the sauce, the salt… everything seemed to hit that part of her that was always hungry not just for food, but for the sensation of completely surrendering to the pleasure of eating without thinking about the consequences.

She let out a satisfied sigh.

Then another.

And another.

Between slices, she drank soda straight from the bottle, without any ceremony. At one point, a loud burp escaped her throat.

She brought her hand to her mouth, widening her eyes for a second… but then she started laughing to herself.

— My God…

Her laughter echoed through the empty room.

Despite her delicate manner, soft voice, and angelic face, there was also this careless side that emerged when she was alone. Her large body seemed full of small, difficult-to-control desires: sighs, low moans of satisfaction while eating, involuntary burps after the soda.

And strangely… she found it amusing.

Perhaps because she didn't need to feign elegance all the time when she was alone. Or perhaps because she hadn't yet explored the pleasure she derived from these natural bodily functions.

She continued devouring the pizza slowly, completely surrendered to the moment. The sauce discreetly stained her fingers. Crumbs fell onto her breasts and belly, outlined by the blue fabric. Her thick thighs spread across the bed as she settled in more and more lazily.

When she finished the last slice, she remained motionless for a few seconds.

Her belly seemed even bigger now.

Heavy.

Full.

Almost hard beneath the soft layer of fat that expanded under her tight pajamas. She placed one hand on her belly and felt the warm weight there, stretched by the amount of food.

A low moan escaped involuntarily.

The sensation was too intense.

The filling inside her seemed to provoke a strange, almost intimate numbness. A deep, bodily, almost sensual satisfaction. It was as if being so full awakened something difficult to explain—a slow warmth coursing through her body, an even greater awareness of her own flesh, its weight, its softness.

And then Lucas invaded her thoughts again.

His smile.

His gaze.

“That’s how I noticed you.”

She bit her lower lip without realizing it.

Her heart raced slightly as she imagined if he could see her now: sprawled on the bed, stuffed, her enormous belly under her pajamas after devouring an entire pizza by herself.

The idea should embarrass her.

But it didn’t completely embarrass her.

She let out another burp, this one wetter and even louder, and then her eyes widened as she remembered the one about the potatoes and the ice cream.

—Oh no… there’s also you two.

So Letícia didn't wait a second before grabbing the fries; some had darker tones at the ends, promising an extra crunch that would surely make her very happy. She wasted no time and grabbed a generous handful, enthusiastically bringing them to her mouth. The sound was the crackling of the fries breaking between her teeth, followed by the softness of their interior, still slightly warm and very tasty. Her eyes lit up for a moment, and an involuntary smile appeared at the corner of her mouth as she reached for another, even more generous portion. One fries after another disappeared quickly. Letícia's hands moved almost without pause, guided by the perfect combination of hunger, desire, and pleasure. Grains of salt remained on her fingers, mixing with the grease and sauce of the pizza, but that was irrelevant compared to the mission of enjoying every bite. Of course, she would lick her fingers when she finished, while also getting rid of the rest of her soda.

The time had come for the flavor she loved most: ice cream.

She grabbed the enormous jar with almost childlike excitement. She didn't even bother looking for a bowl. She ate straight from the container, plunging the spoon into the icy cream with carefree greed.

Chocolate.

Caramel.

Crunchy pieces.

The texture was incredibly creamy, yielding smoothly. Each time she brought the spoon to her mouth, she first felt the intense cold, followed by an explosion of flavors that spread across her palate. The dessert was balanced, rich, and enveloping, filling the experience with a feeling of comfort and satisfaction. Letícia focused entirely on that moment; the world around her fell silent, becoming secondary to the combination of creaminess, temperature, and flavor.

Each spoonful fed that gluttonous pleasure that grew within her without limits. Even completely full, she still wanted more. Always a little more.

When she realized it, the bottom of the jar appeared.

She blinked slowly, confused.

"I… ate it all?"

She laughed wearily, almost incredulous at herself.

Her whole body felt too heavy to lift. Her full belly pressed against her blue pajamas, protruding yet still soft, and fell shamelessly between her open legs. Sleep began to come quickly, irresistibly.

She simply dropped the empty container beside the bed, sank into the pillows, and drifted off almost immediately.

The next morning, she woke disoriented.

The television was still on.

The room was a mess.

Her fingers were slightly sticky with all the food residue.

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Lucas woke up at 6:00 a.m., just as he did almost every day.

He turned off his alarm before the second ring and lay there for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling of the silent apartment. His routine was precise. Calculated. An early-morning workout, strong black coffee, a quick shower, and the day's outfit—ironed the night before. At noon, a hearty, nutritious, protein-rich lunch—portioned exactly to his needs—followed by a *paçoca* treat, though nothing excessive.

Everything in his life worked better when he was under control, including his desires. With a well-planned schedule, he fulfilled his commitments without fail, and had time left over to do what he enjoyed. Lucas knew exactly what he liked.

And he liked big women.

He always had.

It wasn't just a mere exploratory fetish or hidden curiosity. It was genuine attraction. He loved exaggerated curves, thick thighs, soft bellies, wide hips. He liked the physical presence of these women, the way they occupied space, the contrast between his firm body and their softness.

He had been involved with plus-size women before. Confident, provocative women, but also insecure and shy ones. Each in their own way.

But Letícia… Affected him immediately. From the moment he saw her enter the diner. Lucas still remembered the scene exactly.

Her walking between the tables with that large body trying to move with a noticeable care. Her heavy belly almost touching the chairs before she realized it. The way she tried to squeeze into a small space even though she clearly didn't fit there easily.

Then came the noise, the chair dragging, another one falling. And that beautiful face turning red with embarrassment.

Lucas almost smiled at that very moment.

Because she was exactly the type of woman who effortlessly held his attention.

Big.

Wide.

Squishy.

Clumsy.

And absurdly beautiful.

Another woman of Letícia's size would have avoided that path, and thus gone unnoticed. But fate willed it so, for Lucas would have gazed with desire at any voluptuous woman who passed through that door. However, he would have lost sight of her with the tasks of work, but Letícia fixed all her attention from the entrance to the counter where he was.

Her face had a delicacy that contrasted almost cruelly with the size of her body. Sky-blue eyes, wavy black hair, a delicate, slightly upturned nose. And below that… curves too generous to be ignored.

Her belly was noticeably large, wide, fat, and hanging down, but disguised by her tight blouse and high-waisted jeans.

Her wide hips, large ass subtly pushing against the fabric of her pants as she awkwardly bent down to pick up the fallen chair. Lucas noticed everything. And he liked it all.

While the other customers saw only a fat woman embarrassing herself, he saw femininity. The warmth of a body in motion. The appetite of a girl surrendering to the pleasures of a well-nourished life. Appetite above all.

That's exactly why he put the extra donuts in the box and the milkshake. It wasn't innocent kindness Lucas knew very well what he was doing.

He observed her order. The way she looked at the sweets through the glass. The slight hesitation before ordering eight donuts to go. The shame mixed with desire.

He knew that look knew she would probably get home and devour everything. And the idea deeply pleased him. Lucas liked women who ate without worry. He liked the satisfaction etched on their faces, the simple and intense pleasure of surrendering to food. He liked to imagine their full bellies resting in his lap, their heavy bodies relaxing after overeating.

Giving Letícia food had been, for him, a way to please her directly. To take care of her but also to provoke her. Everything there was thought out, the note, including the straw. When he left the diner to talk to her in the car, Lucas was in control of the situation. The forgotten straw was just an excuse. He wanted to see her one more time before she left. He wanted to observe closely how she reacted to his attention.

And her reaction was even better than he expected, the shyness the nervous laughter. The way she seemed unable to believe that a man like him was truly interested. That awakened something protective in him. But also something dangerously possessive. Because Lucas clearly perceived how Letícia saw herself. She thought she needed to apologize for her own body. And he wanted to dismantle that little by little.

That night, already lying in bed, he couldn't stop thinking about her, reading her name on the order.

"Letícia."

He smiled to himself.

But Lucas was patient, methodical, he knew exactly the effect the whole situation would have on her—especially him chasing after her in the car with the silly excuse of a straw. And while part of him wanted to go looking for Letícia, another part preferred something more interesting. He wanted Letícia to come back of her own accord. And she would, Lucas was absolutely certain of it, because he knew that kind of look.

The mixture of shame, curiosity, and desire she showed in the car wasn't something that would disappear in two days. Besides, the donuts were really good. And Letícia clearly enjoyed food in an intense, devoted, almost emotional way.

He liked that about her.

So he just waited.

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Meanwhile, Letícia's week seemed to drag on slowly. Work consumed her energy in a suffocating way. Spending hours sitting in the cramped office chair left her back aching and her legs heavy. At the end of the workday, she felt her whole body tired, swollen under the business clothes that seemed increasingly uncomfortable throughout the day.

Sometimes she arrived home so exhausted that the first thing she did was rip off her bra right there in the hallway. Relief came immediately.

Her belly finally free from the belt of her pants and those "shapewear" garments that hide the belly inside the fabric. Her waist relaxing.

The soft fat of her body spreading naturally as she threw herself onto the messy bed.

In those moments, lying on her back in just her pajamas, Letícia felt a kind of lazy pleasure wash over her. The fan blowing against her warm skin. Her thick legs relaxed against the mattress. Her large belly rising and falling slowly with her breathing after snacking while watching TV. It was in those moments that she felt most like herself, no clothes squeezing her rolls of fat, no worrying about posture, no need to feign daintiness all the time. Just softness, comfort, food, always plenty of food.

Throughout that week, she thought about Lucas more often than she cared to admit. Sometimes while having lunch. Sometimes in the shower. Sometimes late at night—feeling full after two or more dinners—recalling the way he had looked at her.

Not with judgment, but with appreciation; and that stirred something in her. Because Letícia was used to men looking at her body in two ways: with contempt... or with a fetishization too crude there is not to pass for affection.

Lucas seemed different. Which made her even more curious. Was there really a spark, a flirtatious vibe, something going on between them? Or had she misread the situation? Maybe he was simply friendly with everyone. Maybe that smile didn't mean a thing. But then she would remember the note.

“That’s how I noticed you.”

And her stomach would do a flip all over again.

On Friday night, already sprawled in bed after a heavy dinner, Letícia opened the snack bar's Instagram profile without even realizing it: @DivineSnack😋. She stared at photos of the shiny donuts, the enormous milkshakes, the hamburgers covered in sauce. Her mouth watered. Wishing she was savoring what she saw on the screen, even with a full stomach, SHE WANTED MORE and knew she could handle it. Quickly closed her phone, annoyed with herself. She eventually drifted off to sleep after distracting herself with a few episodes of her favorite series.

Letícia had spent the entire Saturday morning thinking about the flirtatious moment she’d shared with Lucas, which led her, that afternoon, to give in to the urge to see him again.

She spent nearly half an hour choosing an outfit. Wanted to look beautiful... but not like she was trying too hard. She chose a white blouse made of soft, lightweight fabric with a V-neck that flattered her ample bosom without looking vulgar, and elbow-length sleeves—her insecurity wouldn't let her show her arms. Although the blouse had a loose fit that didn't cling to her skin, it still accentuated her bust and torso. On the bottom, she wore high-waisted dark blue jeans—a cut that really highlighted her huge, wide, and fleshy fatass and hugged her thick thighs, while covering and compressing her hanging fatbelly just the way she wanted, without feeling constricting. Her wavy black hair fell loose down her back, and she wore more makeup than usual. She looked truly beautiful and genuinely attractive.

On the way to @DivineSnack😋, she tried to convince herself that she was going for the donuts.

And in part it was true butt not completely. When she parked the car and saw the warm lights of the place through the window, she felt a strange chill in her stomach because Lucas was there, already prepared to receive her because he knew she was coming, and Letícia couldn't imagine what he planned to do to her that night after she crossed that threshold.

Piglet analyzed @zewik7-2

The deformities that fat accumulation can cause to your body make it difficult to identify the different parts. Therefore... I'm going to help you recognize each one of them.

This pig's mobility is impressive; it can sit and stand without having a heart attack, haha. And the chair didn't break (as far as I know), that's the importance of having good furniture.

FRONT AND BACK !

The face or lard blob, choose what you prefer to call it.

Analysis completed successfully ✅

...🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 I AM ENAMOURED OF THIS ANALYSIS!!!!

(Also... the chair of the second photo did indeed break 🥴🥴 and we were in a B&B, so I literally pretended nothing happened praying that they would not discover it and pinpoint to us giving us an additional check 🥴🥴)