there’s just something about getting plump because a partner spoils you so much. imagine meeting someone you haven’t seen in a while and watching their eyes linger on your overfed tummy while they say ‘they’re really looking after you, huh?’
idea: ur my housewife and i feed u daily with pastries and cakes - u eventually get so wide that ur hips cant squeeze out of the front door, leaving u stuck inside the house like the fat little housewife u are for me:)
I finally hit my goal weight. 190 was my smallest but since then i’ve hovered between 200 - 220ish until last autumn, when I found tumblr.
Now I am heavier than i’ve ever been and gaining insanely fast. Every day is about 4000cal minimum with a terrible habit for double cream pushing some days up to near 10000cal.
I’m addicted to the teasing and praise, just a pet for strangers on the internet to play with and fatten 💕
i just started working as your cute little secretary two months ago and i already am bursting out my clothes. i can never say no to all of your chocolates and donuts and now that we’ve been having lunch together i’ve only gotten softer. i can feel my hips and ass take more and more room in my chair but no one in the office has the heart to tell me i’ve outgrown my clothes…
your gluttony is changing you. not just physically, with all the rolls and softness and acquired flab; but mentally, you've become greedy, needy. begging for more of my touch. not only do you want to be surrounded by food, but you want me to serve it to you. you're willing to grovel and whine rather than stepping the twenty feet from the couch to the kitchen. i see how your transformation is all encompassing. it makes me smile because i know i'm helping to shape you this way. ❤️🔥
the boy who cried wolf except i get you so big that everyone around you questions whether you’re pregnant or not. you laugh off the comments and you explain the real reason behind your wider waist and slower steps: that maybe you’ve just been putting away more pastries and carbs than you probably should be. This continues as you grow, until i eventually feel like you’re ready to carry more weight, in more ways than one. then comes the pregnancy.
but by then, your steadily growing belly—your heavy full tits getting heavier and fuller— it’s constantly mistaken by your peers as a result of your appetite. each month passes, and the comments on your growing figure increase. looks of curiosity turn to concern.
you try your hardest to convince everyone. you’ve been bred and your body is changing into what it needs to be! you really are pregnant, for real this time! but its all to no avail. “we wont fall for it this time!” they say. “your weight is spiralling, dont make excuses for your overindulge and greed”.
your tits continue to grow in size and volume as your tummy gets rounder and tighter, ravaged in stretchmarks. and all the while, the weight sticks to you. by the end of the nine months, your figure has become so indistinguishably obese that nobody even notices a change. to them, you’re just the gluttonous cow you’ve always been, and most likely always will be.