The Way a Guy Treats a Fatty
It’s starting to drive you crazy…
The way he treats you. Out in public. At home. Day to day. Hour to hour. Minute to minute.
It was subtle at first. Just a few comments here and there. A mention that you were putting on weight. Whether he liked it or not, you couldn’t really tell. But as the weight kept growing, so did the comments. So did his reactions.
And now, look at you. You’re a fat boy. That attractive, once-athletic body now encased in layers of fresh, plump chubbery. Constantly reminded by your body—by the belly that starts to get in the way when you bend down to put your shoes on, by the huffing and puffing you do now when you walk—what you’ve done to yourself. Constantly reminded that you’re out of shape, that you’ve eaten yourself into a chubby porker.
And constantly reminded, by him, what a tubby hubby you’ve become.
He never stops now. Not that there’s anything you could do about it if you tried. He’s stronger than you. He can bully you around when he wants. He can tease you however he wants to. He can taunt you and poke you and prod you until you want to burst, but at the end of the day, fatboy, there’s nothing you can do. You’re too fat, too vulnerable. You couldn’t stop him if you tried.
But, of course, you never try. That’s what happens to a fatty in these circumstances. You become submissive, letting him boss you around, making you do things. He never lets you forget it; what you’ve done to yourself. Always walking a pace or two ahead of you, smiling as you huff, breathless, desperately attempting to keep apace with him. The way he shows off in the gym now, as you stand there, your fat belly poking out in front of you, barely able to bench half of what he can! The clothes you two used to share now barely fit you. He never lets you forget his favored pair of shorts that you tried to squeeze your juicy ass cheeks into, the one you ripped right along the seam. He never lets you off as you attempt to wriggle into a shirt, every curve of your body visible to his eyes. As he pokes your exposed chub. As he fingers your belly button, smiling as he looks you in the eye.
“It’s what you deserve,” says his expression. “It’s what happens to fatties like you.”
But he never interrupts your fattening. He lets you glut, stuffing yourself with all the greedy goodies you can fit. He lets you eat your emotions, hogging out on the treats he keeps well-stocked in the fridge, the cabinets, knowing you’re so undisciplined you can’t resist. And what does he do, when your belly is taught and round, ready to split at the seams? He prods you. He pokes your gut. He gives it a good slap, laughing at “what a piggy you’ve made of yourself.” He torments you, poking your chub as you bend over to pick up something he dropped. Loudly commenting in front of everyone at dinner that you’re “draining his wallet dry.” Laying there, exposed and fit on the bed, smiling like a cat watching a plump mouse, as you try to wriggle your fat body up and over, as your rolls prevent you from moving the way you used to. All your chub, your juicy tits, your plump love handles exposed for him to play with like a toy.
If it bothers him, he never says. Perhaps he really likes if after all. And you know he certainly likes the teasing, the taunting, the pokes and the prods and the jabs. The belly rubs and the smacks against your big, ballooning butt.
Because, at the end of the day, you’re his tubby little fatty. And he knows that, no matter how much he teases you, how much he drives you crazy…there’s nothing you can do to ever waddle away…
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i actually love how out of shape and unhealthy i am. i love how out of breath i get all time time. like how when i would go to the doctors i would have wait a few minutes just to catch my breath before i check in, even if i take the elevator, because im just that out of shape. and then just walking from the waiting room to the nurse checking my vitals would cause my blood pressure to rise so much, and every time they ask if i have ever been checked out for high blood pressure, i havent but i know its always high now no matter what. im not even that big right now, but i know that when i was bigger i completely ruined my health and i love that. and now, i cant wait till i get even bigger and it gets even worse.
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