Keep me constantly, comfortably full, so full I forget what hunger feels like, as I'm always happily filling my belly with more and more... I don't seem to mind how much I'm eating or how far my gut pushes out when I know you're always putting food in my hands. "It's just a little bloat," I reason, rubbing it with one hand as I reach for another bite with the other. I haven't noticed I'm on my third cheeseburger combo. When you're so good to me, how could I ever stop?
You show me off to your family, and they're all politely shocked at how big I am. They whisper when I can't hear: "Don't you see you're dating a fat whale?" "He's not that big." Not yet. But you keep that to yourself as you pile more and more onto my plate. When I've waddled back out to the car and settled in, you'll gently lift my poor belly and unbutton my pants to take the pressure off it. As you squeeze my chubby hand affectionately, we both already know you're going to stop at the drivethrough before going home.
The bigger I get, the more reasons you seem to find for me to stay home instead of going out. It looks like rain, a new movie came out, you need me to fix your computer, you're too tired... It doesn't matter. The more often you keep me soft and safe at home with you, the easier it is to convince me to stay there. The rare times you finally let me out, I find myself getting stuck where I used to fit: first my jeans, then behind the steering wheel, in restaurant booths, and finally doorways... You ask if I want to see a movie, but only because you know what I'll say: "Not tonight," my hand is draped over my immense belly as I pant. The couch creaks ominously under my weight as I shift my hips, already settling in deeper. "Let's order in. I'll take my usual. But make my drink diet. I think I might be getting a little chubby..."
Every night I waddle to your room a little fatter, a little rounder, a little more dumb and oblivious, squeezing my growing body into shrinking clothes and squeezing in next to you in our shrinking bed. I fall asleep with your gentle hands on my big, round belly, feeling me up and appraising all the hard work you put into keeping me so fat and happy... You fall asleep excited for me to wake up, so we can do it all over again...