Drew "describe a fantasy in detail" from @fayamn's gacha
I fantasize about magical weight gain that's just slow enough to keep me oblivious for a bit, like gaining a pound every hour while I'm awake:
My clothes fit me perfectly this morning, but now they're pressing into me. The instant I get home to my studio apartment and close the door, I strip completely. I shrug it off as being a bit bloated, and stay nude as I wind down for the evening. I don't notice the next four pounds pile on before I get to sleep.
I'm still "bloated" when I wake up the next morning, so I pick out something slightly loose to wear to work. By dinnertime, my loose outfit is starting to hug me. I'm too distracted to pay it any mind while I worry about my presentation tomorrow.
I'm starting to get concerned, but I'm on a deadline and don't have enough spare time to schedule a medical appointment right now. I pick out the loosest work-appropriate outfit I own, and find that it fits perfectly.
My late-afternoon project meeting has arrived, and my slow-growing gut has my shirt buttons straining. The podium and my binder full of notes can only do so much to hide me. When I return to my seat, and there's a gentle clatter as my shirt buttons surrender. My presentation is overshadowed by a lecture on professional attire and I'm sent home early.
I'm still drowning in embarrassment when I pull out my bathroom scale, and find out that I've gained 44 pounds since last week. As I look away to take in my fattened reflection, the scale ticks upward by another pound.
