soft soft soft

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.

One day, Connie is absolutely getting slammed at work and is like fuck it, I'm going to step out for a cigarette because I deserve it. She steps out the back entrance, sees Bighud standing a few feet away, and smiles and calls him over, thinking about how he always knows how to make her feel better. Bighud comes over smiling, tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear and is asking her about her day while she finishes her cigarette, but he's shifting around, stretching his back weird and Connie is so caught up in telling him about her day that she doesn't even notice that Bighuds belly is sitting over the edge of his belt, and he's sticking his fingers under his belt trying to give himself more room. Connie's breath catches a little when she does notice because she did make him a ridiculously big lunch today, and his poor tummy must hurt :(

She puts her cigarette out and rubs her hands up and down his arms and asks if he's okay. Mr. Bigstronghud says, "Whattt yes of course baby, why wouldn't I be?" Connie smiles softly and asks if he liked his lunch, and he sheepishly says, "Yes, but it was a lot Con.. I probably shouldn’t have eaten it all…" Connie smiles again, brushes her fingers against his belly pushing over his belt, and says, "Well, growing boys have to eat," then turns on her heel and leaves.

Bighud is just left to stand alone in the parking lot pressing his hand against the side of his belly because it really does hurt, and he is impossibly hard.