Women who are asked if they're pregnant as they push their fifth burger into their mouth

Women whose chests grow tender from the extra weight and wear maternity bras so they're easy to take off

Women whose belly and hips strain against panties so much that they start wearing maternity pants

Women whose eyes gravitate towards the maternity clothing section because their belly is so big

Women who protectively keep a hand on their swollen belly when they're hungry and when they're full

Women who get so full of food and trapped gas that they gasp in pain and people assume the baby's kicking

Women who grow to recognize how no matter their weight (which keeps growing anyway), they always look pregnant, and get ridiculously wet over their side profile in the mirror

Women whose food bump gets in the way of them fucking themselves

For us, it's normal. In fact, in our world, you could be even fatter. You're really just a work in progress.

But in public? Teenagers film on their phones as they laugh. People mutter insults under their breath and glare.

My instinct is just to love on you in public the same way I do at home. Why wouldn't I?

You need to sit to catch your breath? I'll sit beside you; my hand on your belly, my perverted grin piercing your periphery.

If someone gives us a dirty look? Lucky for us, I have resting bitch face. If anger is my default expression, imagine the intensity when I'm trying to defend my beautifully fat partner.

Yes, in our fetish, there can be a significant percentage of it occurring behind closed doors. But, you can't just lose the weight you've accumulated behind those doors.

You need to live it.

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Most sexual desires can be hidden.

Oh you're into being tied down? Eventually the ropes will be untied.

You're into feet? Everyone has them.

You're into BDSM? Well, okay, there can be scars left behind. But, it's not something you can't hide in public.

But, if you're into gaining and gluttony and fattening. The results of your desire can't really be hidden - they don't go away.

You have to deal with coworkers, friends, family... even acquaintances... who notice how big you're getting. What do you tell them? You're just enjoying your appetite? Your metabolism dropped? Whatever excuse you use, you secretly wish you could just say, "I love how big I'm getting. I'm working towards gaining more. I'm happy."

You also have to deal with buying new clothes as you outgrow your old ones. Do you buy the same things in bigger sizes? Or do you try new styles?

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You have to deal with your world becoming smaller around you.

That booth at your favorite restaurant? You're going to outgrow that as well. Do you adapt, and sit at a regular table with a chair? Or do you decide not to go there anymore?

The doorways off your hallway have become tighter. Do you call a contractor and expand the doorways? Or do you decide those rooms aren't worth going into anymore?

The stores you used to buy clothes from. They no longer carry your size. Do you find another store online? Or do you decide to exist in a natural state in your home? Maybe only investing in a bathrobe?

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The results of our level of indulgence in a fat and gaining positive relationship can't be hidden. And the least I can do is make sure that you have everything you need.

If what we do behind closed doors can't be hidden as you go to work the next day... you should at least be spoiled when you return home.

I will adapt to what you want. I will support you. You will never feel an uncomfortable level of embarrassment if you keep it in mind that you're coming home to me.