We all appreciate when someone's tummy quickly overtakes them... but it's almost MORE enjoyable when it's the last thing to come in! 😵💫
A skinny, fit partner... slowly eating more, slowly relying more on their metabolism. But their tummy hasn't changed at all! It hasn't gained a single pound! It's still as fit and toned as ever...
But, slowly... slowly, they start to feel... different. Their clothes aren't comically small, but they're... more snug. Well, they must've shrank, right? Their tummy hasn't changed, after all!
You're always there, to reassure them... to love them. You don't even need to say a single word, yet...
Over time, their jeans start to slowly fill out as their thighs begin to gently thicken and plumpen up...
"Well, that's okay! I always wanted to be curvier... why should I change how I eat...?"
They could stop now! You're not even feeding them!
Will they really get away with this? Eating ALL that food, just to get some nice, thick legs? But... they push their luck, they keep going.
"I can always be curvier, I really want to fill these jeans out..."
Their chest slowly, slowly starts to soften and fill... all according to their plan, of course... isn't that what they want...? Nothing bad has come of their habits, why should they change...?
Until, well... they wake up one day... and notice their tummy isn't as toned as they remember... it's looking a little... softer... not big! Not huge! Not even past skinny. But softer. Soft enough... that it unsettles them...
"...Maybe I should stop now... maybe I'm pushing my luck... 😳"
And that's when you come in. They can't evade the consequences forever... and now you can finally push them over the edge. ❤️
And condition them to enjoy their descent into a dangerous yet comfortably heavy lifestyle 🖤