We’ve barely made it 10 feet from the car and you’re already out of breath, who would have thought in such a short amount of time that this little walk from the car to the front door would be like running a marathon for you, it’s pitiful yes but I can’t help but say you look so cute like this.
Your face red and your breathing ragged, your waddle has slowed to a stop to allow you to catch what little breath you can manage. Something that was such a simple task for you now seeming almost impossible like you’re pushing a giant boulder up a mountain, but in this instance the boulder is your own body just heavy and covered in fat weighing you down with every step of your lard laden legs.
You and I both know once you get inside and plop yourself down in your seat in front of your tv, as you catch your breath the only thing running through your piggy mind is how hot it was how out of breath you where and how much hotter it’s going to get the fatter you get, just think about how much more you’ll waddle in the next twenty, hell even the next fifty pounds.
I feel like nobody talks about how sexy a fat persons side profile is, like the way you can just see how much space they take up in front of themselves and behind themselves is so hot