you’re class III, morbidly obese, because that’s as high as the bmi goes. there’s no bigger obesity class to label you as. you can’t say how obese you truly are.
your scale says ‘error’ because it can’t withstand the pressure of all your weight. it’s been the same number for months. you can’t say how much you truly weigh.
the biggest size at the stores are too tight against your swollen body. your clothes can’t fit on you the way they used to. you don’t know what size you need to wear.
your tape measure can’t loop around your belly. there aren’t enough inches to reach around anymore. you don’t know how wide your fat actually spans.
you’ve outgrown all the labels. you can’t be measured anymore. your obesity is unfathomable.
Oh look at you pinned to the couch yet again from how much food you’ve stuffed down your throat.
It’s always impressive how much you can pack away when the food is being placed in front of you and you never have to ask for more your plate is always replaced with one that is full before you can even notice you picked the last one clean.
It’s visible that your hard work has been paying off I mean look at you, you’re struggling to breathe, your belly is as tight as a drum I can barely push down into your normally plush skin without it having give to it, and look at all these new stretch marks forming they’re so bright and small but you and I both know soon as you grow they’ll change shades and stretch so much farther as your body keeps expanding outwards your skin forcing itself to make room for all that fat you’re piling on. Your body never knew it was destined to be this fat but don’t worry it’ll know soon enough just how big you’re going to get.
Am I moootiful now I've gained a little? It's a little softness, a little curve. I'm enjoying it immensely and I'm *absolutely*colouring my hair to reflect my new status as soft little cow 🐄 ❤
I’m not that big right, just thic fit/a lil chubby?
i'd like to tell you that...but i can't with a straight face. not without smirking and eyeing your bulbous gut, sticking out past your waistband. you look like you've been eating for three, or five even. you're a proper hog now!
That cow set has my knees weak and has me craving milk 🥵🥵🥵
Don't tempt me. I have a lactation fantasy that's on the brink of being realised, you know. Something, something, fattening you with milk after a stuffing...