youâre easily at 250 lbs now..( probably closer to 300, if weâre being honest.)
you spent your entire life working out and worrying about your physique.. in less than two years all of your hard work and commitment has completely disappeared. the only thing you have determination for nowadays is to finish the food in front of you so you can move on to what youâre going to consume for me next.
youâre completely unrecognizable from the person you were when we met. iâve watched you outgrow ânew clothesââ going on three cycles now of you having to increase your sizes on everything. luckily i donât mind wearing the cute boy-stuff you donât fit in anymore, you always had good style.
most days start the same as they have since we met: you down a wg shake (sometimes two, depending on my mood) while i make breakfast for you. (you have to consume close to 8000 calories a day just to feel full anymore.) you spend every day in an aroused, caloric-filled stupor. constantly half-erect at just how overweight youâve really gotten in such a short time.
all day while you work from home, you continue to eat snacks and mindlessly indulge. while i work out, pick up groceries and bake for you in my spare time away from work. my social life is still active and thriving, but youâve chosen lately to stay inside, lazing and snacking away. (i donât mind, i know thatâs where you belong. ) our friends have stopped asking about you joining us, i think everyone is finally starting to realize you just arenât as active as you used to be. youâre so much happier at home, glutted into a food-coma, arenât you?
when i come home at night after my shift at work, youâve already eaten one, maybe two portions of dinner for yourself (most nights i show up with mcdonaldâs or del taco as a midnight snack.. you never say no. how could you resist eating WITH me?)
you end most of your nights exactly how you did when we first started this dynamic.. swollen & engorged from stuffing your face with empty calories all day. barely getting up from your spot on the couch (you outgrew your desk chair months ago it seems.. so you do all of your computer-work from the couch now)
after the last one of your countless dinners âfollowed by whatever dessert iâve whipped up just for that nightâ i finally allow you to waddle to the bedroom and pour yourself into our bed (is it just me, or was there more room for cuddling when we first started?) youâve gained so much at this point, the mattress frame groans and creaks as you make your way on top of it.
it doesnât take long for you to fall into a deep sleep, attributed to the sheer number of calories youâve consumed for me. (you barely have the energy for sex anymore, but i make sure to take care of you regardless) afterwards, caressing your over-fed gut with both hands. iâm still in shock at the immense heft and weight from it. it still leaves me completely in awe that under 2 years ago when we met you still had defined abs i could touch, now the only definition you have is the growing amount of fat you have spilling over your waistband .
i think youâve drifted off when you ask âare you still attracted to me? i could always start working out again. it wouldnât take too long to bounce back into shape.â
i kiss you and rub your massive gut (how does it look even bigger today?) assuring you that iâll always be attracted to you, just how you are. donât worry about starting to work out again, thereâs always.. tomorrow âĄ
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