I knew that weight gain affected pretty every part of the body, but my partner told me something I didn’t think was possible.
She said even some of her shoes no longer fit her because of her substantial weight gain 🥴
I was like “really? I knew calves and ankles got fatter but your feet too?”
She took off her socks and showed me her petite feet and said “look at them”
Her feet were indeed chubbier, even her little piglet toes. I said “oh… guess we have to get you some new shoes too, baby.”
We had just gone shopping for larger outfits for her after realizing even her “fat” clothes were too tight for her thickening body. I have never seen someone gain weight as proportionately as her before. Her body allocated fat the same way an inflatable toy expands with air. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, swelling. You’d be forgiven thinking there must be a leak somewhere because of how long the first few moments of expansion linger. You begin to think nothing will ever happen, make peace with your lovely if not a bit flat inflatable.
Little did you know that it was actually rapidly filling every part of itself the entire time; it just appeared plateaued because every inch was expanding equally.
You turn around for a second and look back with shock as it’s suddenly doubled in size. Every part of it rapidly swelling; its form finally becoming visible. Anyone that’s inflated anything knows that the smallest parts are the parts that inflate last, usually popping into place at the last moments. From there the surface becomes taught with pressure, shiny in appearance, and its seams visibly straining against the force of the pump.
I’m not saying my partner is a blowup sex doll but I am saying this is essentially how her weight gain occurred. Months of overeating, treats, and laziness with barely visible results. That changed almost overnight. Suddenly her face appeared round, cherubic, and absent of definition. An undeniable double chin cusped her once defined jaw. Her hips and butt doubled in size, straining all of her pants that fit perfectly just a week before. Her bras became painful to wear and her tummy began to bulge over waistbands. Rings and even some bracelets and necklaces became unwearable.
Another couple of weeks pass and she’s outgrown all of her professional attire and is noticeably chubby, almost unrecognizable from the girl wearing skin tight, buttoned dresses two months earlier. That same month the first stretch marks appeared, followed by the loss of most of her wardrobe.
She replied, “I guess so…” before looking at me with a suspicious squint.
“Don’t tell me you’re hard right now because my shoes don’t fit me” she said, sardonically with a hint of awe and disbelief at the brazenness of my infatuation with EVERY part of her softening body.
“Okay I won’t tell you, I’ll show you.”
(This had been in the drafts since last July and I read it today and got turned on so here you go haha)
