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- I want to see the way her body-hugging gym shorts change on her growing figure, until pulling the high waisted material over her belly makes her look irresistibly plump, and almost pregnant.

- I want to admire her gluttony as she drinks “protein shakes”, so calorically dense from the full cream milk and ice cream she’s blended her protein powder with. I want to watch as she lets out a soft moan from the sheer amount of liquid that settles in her gut.

- I want to watch her as the weights she can lift increase for a time, noticing how the walk back to re-rack them leaves her struggling to catch her breath more each week. I want to see her realise that the walk to re-rack the weights is no longer worth it.

- I want to notice her as she notices the lingering gaze of other gym-goers on her protruding belly as it stretches those cute shorts thin. I want to watch her watch as the thinly veiled judgy eyes dart away from her growing figure in moderate disgust.

- I want to track the progression of her sit ups and push ups, proudly noticing as her belly begins to limit her sit up range of motion, noticing as it begins to fill more and more of the space between her and the floor as she attempts push ups.

- I want to watch eagerly as she holds in her huffs and puffs, diaphragm restricted by the swell of her midsection as the bends to tie the shoes she used to run in.

Good puppyboys sit by the bowl until they’ve finished all their food, and a little extra. Good puppyboys know they need to eat to grow big and cuddly.

Good puppyboys don’t choose their own food. They let their owners do it. After all, their owners know how important it is to keep puppy well fed, and wouldn’t want to put that stress on him.

Good puppyboys let their owners decide what size of collar and harness they need. They don’t argue that their new collar is “too big”, because it’ll fit snugly in no time.

Good puppyboys are inside dogs - there’s no need for long walks, they aren’t good for growing pups.

Good puppyboys get told off at the vet for eating too much, but don’t listen to the vet. They listen to their owner, because their owner knows best.

Good puppyboys whimper and whine when they’re hungry, and can trust that they’ll get fed.

Good puppyboys get rewarded for their behaviour with lots of yummy treats, hand fed to them as they lounge around the house.

Good puppyboys boys don’t touch themselves until their owner says so, if reaching around their big bellies is still even possible.

🍒 It’s normal to struggle to reach to pleasure yourself. That’s what toys are for.

🍒 Getting in and out of chairs isn’t supposed to be seamless. It’s perfectly healthy to need to use your arms to push up off a chair or out of bed, especially any that are lower to the ground.

🍒 Car manufacturers are making them smaller - it isn’t your fault that cars just aren’t built for humans of a regular size.

🍒 Losing your breath after short walks is just a sign you’ve worked hard and need a little more rest, so be sure to take a few hours at least on the couch after this.

🍒 Elevators are there for a reason - nobody actually finds stairs easy.

🍒 The walk from the car to the store is difficult. It’s totally normal to get a bit winded doing it. It just means you should park closer next time.

🍒 Your knees, hips, or back being sore after walking anywhere means you’re doing too much. Take it easy, take seated breaks, and ask for help when you need it.

🍒 Sitting to tie your shoes is the standard thing to do. Nobody finds it easy to tie them standing, and if it’s a bit difficult sitting, that’s just your sign to treat yourself to a new pair of slip ons and get some rest.

🍒 Its healthy that you notice your heart rate increase when walking from you bedroom to the kitchen. That’s just your body responding to movement.

🍒 10 minutes standing is no short time. It’s important to remain seated for a few hours when standing tires you.

🍒 They make seatbelts far too small these days. It’s not a reflection of your body, manufacturers just try to cut costs by not using as much material.

But what if I resolved to get stronger and fitter, not to produce more capital tied to my moral worth, but to better accomodate for you as you resolve to grow your body softer and wider?

We’d be doing it for ourselves, and for eachother - the fitter I am, the more easily I can pleasure your ever expanding body; the less difficult it will be for me to ensure your every need is met, as you become increasingly more well fed.

Our resolutions will perfectly complement each other’s. We’ll see to each other’s every desire being fulfilled this year.

I’ll stay sober. I want to always be able to drive you to fast food chains, and to make decisions whenever they need to be made. You can resolve to smoke more, drink more, turn off that pretty brain of yours. Let me do the decision making. Let me care for you. You indulge in intoxication, and indulge me in providing you with the easiest day to day existence.

I’ll prioritise whole foods. I need the most energy and vitality possible to meet the demands of your growing body. You resolve to steer clear of whole foods, prioritising foods that make your mouth water, and make your tummy heavy, warm, and soft. Steer clear of fresh food - we’ll get you your vitamins and minerals from nutritionally complete, calorically dense shakes, an addition to your already gluttonous daily intake.

I’ll increase my step count and the number of times I work out each week. I’ll get stronger, fitter, so I can take care of your plush, full figure. You make sure you limit your activity. Take it easy on your heart and your knees, baby. Let me fetch things for you, let me drive, don’t ever do more exercise than absolutely necessary. Indulge in stillness, and I’ll increase my activity so I can indulge in the beautiful body that your inactivity produces.

I’d eat a dinner of legumes, rice, and vegetables, drinking tea and water. And they’d sit opposite me, scoffing down chips, pies, and a variety of desserts, washing it all down with nothing less than full sugar sodas and calorie dense milkshakes. They’d tell me they admired my discipline, and I’d compliment them with the same - it isn’t easy to build the body of your dreams, regardless of what that body looks like.

Those hours spent with dumbbells in hand would be so much better appreciated if I could come home to someone with a body so soft that it begins to consume my own flesh when we lay together, engulfing me in the warmth and softness of their heavy curves.

My toned quads would be put to such good use either side of their softening belly, gripping their overflowing love handles as I ride them, my muscles able to be felt by them as we move.

The thought of being able to see my veiny hands, pumped up from the gym, against their full belly, lifting it up to gently grab their expanding FUPA underneath. Watching my hands grab at their swollen boobs/moobs, seeing them appreciate the shape of my body as I appreciate the shape of theirs.

Hearing people berate themselves for their overindulgence used to frustrate me, but now it simply turns me on. So many people, acknowledging their added inches, yet continuing to eat anyway. The human body yearns for excess, regardless of what the mind has been conditioned to think about this innate desire.

It doesn’t help when there’s alcohol involved. Christmas, the season for unmediated consumption of wine. A few glasses in, and the number of cookies that have passed through your lips go undocumented.

Flushed cheeks, wine stained teeth, clumsy lipstick marks on the glassware. Heads thrown back as drunken laughter fills the air. Sweaters riding up to reveal swollen bellies, begging to be soothed with a loving hand. Thighs being forced slightly apart from the weight of the holidays in your stomach. Jeans unbuttoned, sometimes unzipped too. That belt from two Christmases ago, now unable to close after a hearty meal.

They say you can have “too much” of a good thing, but I beg to differ, especially when that “good thing” includes comfort, stability, and being looked after.

Seeing the effects of indulgence in your visceral desires on your once toned body is so erotic.

Every pound added on the scale is a reflection of a want fulfilled, a want that being trim and fit never provided.

Every inch added around your middle can be attributed to being so well cared for, so well fed, that not only can you allow yourself to eat more, but you can buy more clothes, bigger clothes, to cover (or show off) your figure, one so much fuller than what you had when you committed your life to fitness.

Every new roll, every stretch mark, every pair of jeans that struggles and struggles and finally refuses to button show that you are, at last, living for you. And honestly, seeing someone unashamedly pursue their sexual desires is so hot. I love it when people want more, and go and get it. I love it when more shows up on your body.

[❤️‍🔥] Those jeans shrunk in the wash. It’s nothing to do with you.

[❤️‍🔥] It’s normal to get out of breath before you’ve made it to the top of one flight of stairs. Elevators were made for a reason.

[❤️‍🔥] I don’t think anyone can bend down to tie their shoelace without even a little struggle. It’s part of life!

No, baby, you haven’t gained weight.

[❤️‍🔥] They’re just making office chairs so small these days to cut costs on material. You know how it is with the cost of living right now.

[❤️‍🔥] Your thighs pushing your legs apart when you walk is how it’s supposed to be. No one naturally has a thigh gap anyway - you need legs that can withstand a bit of pressure.

[❤️‍🔥] It’s normal to get tired after standing on the train for a while. Humans aren’t made to be able to hold ourselves up for that long. Why do you think they made seats?