#fatspii

[kappy779]

new nails done by my sister :)

i didn’t show the other hand because i play violin and guitar so i had to keep them short 🥲

ignore my fat chud fingers🥹

[anasfattygirl]

18+

(hunger kink, fatsp0, ana mc, wlw)

You get to class early, picking a seat near the back where you can clearly see the rows of chairs in front of you. They begin to fill up as the clock slowly ticks closer to 9am. It's considered an early class, mostly filled with students who couldn't register for afternoon classes in time. You're the exception to that rule, having chose an early start time so you would have an excuse for skipping breakfast.

As if on cue, your stomach twists into a knot and growls fiercely. Nobody looks at you, but you feel your cheeks flush in embarassment anyway. Just hold on a little longer, you think to yourself, she's almost here.... The gnawing behind your ribs is almost unbearable. You tap your fingers silently on your thigh and bite the inside of your cheek, wondering if you'll need to pull out your emergency diet coke when suddenly, there she is.

Your salvation waddles through the door in her size 20 light grey sweatpants. She's wearing a pink hoodie today, and you feel your stomach rumbles dissipate at the sight of her gut pressed against the fabric. It's practically hanging out at this point, you think. Forget the freshman 15, she must have gained at least 20 pounds this semester.

She struggles to manuever through the room before plopping down in a seat only two rows in front of you. It's the closest she's been this year, and you feel a rush of excitement being able to see her so close. You can see the outline of her bra straps creating soft, thick, rolls on her back. She is the perfect embodiment of overindulgence. The perfect warning... eat like her and you'll end up just as fat. You let your eyes wander to those rolls every time your stomach threatens to growl again, and soon enough, class is over.

She waits for others to get up first, no doubt to prevent her from having to squeeze past the other students rushing to pack up. You pretend to pack your own things, slowly and uselessly reorganizing your already perfectly curated pencil case. You don't have much longer before she leaves. Three... two... only one other student in class besides you and her. You turn over the idea in your head, weighing the pros and cons and arguing with yourself before finally mustering up the courage as soon as she gets up to leave. You need more. You're so close to your goal. You just need a little more.

"Hey!" Your voice is louder than you expected, and a little more shaky. She turns to look at you, and you notice how round her face has gotten. You need more.

"Uh, hey!" She smiles at you, and you feel your heart skip a beat. Her double chin looks bigger when she smiles.

You smile back and try to seem casual. "Sorry, this is totally weird, but do you like pizza?" You make sure to keep your voice light and steady. She looks a little confused, so you just keep talking. "I won this giftcard for that pizza place on campus," you pull it out of your pocket, "but I'm actually vegan so... I've been trying to find someone to take it for me."

She gives a short, sudden laugh. "Oh! Yeah, totally. I love pizza! Are you sure you want to give it to me though?" You notice that she's stepped towards you despite trying to seem like she doesn't want it. There's no doubt in your mind that she wants the gift card, the pizza, the calories.

"You'd be doing me a favor," You say, knowing that to be more true than she could imagine. You've loaded that gift card up with $200, and that particular pizza spot is known to have the cheapest pizza with the largest slices in the city. The fat girl in front of you can't resist glutting herself and making herself even bigger.

"I mean... sure. Thank you!" She takes the card and you can't help but notice how chubby her fingers are. Your heart is pounding in your chest by now, and you consider sitting back down to prevent any fainting. But instead you rush through some casual small talk, eyes constantly flickering across her double chin, her fat pouty mouth, her flabby arms that can't be hidden by a sweater, and before you know it you're out the door walking briskly to your next class.

You vaguely remember bits of the conversation through a hunger induced brain fog until it strikes you- Did she give you her insta? You sit down for your next lecture and pull your knees to your chest. A tiny frame allows you to curl up even on the smallest chairs, and you wonder if the fat girls gut makes it difficult, or impossible, to do the same.

Opening her instagram gives you a swarm of butterflies in your stomach, pleasantly replacing the gnawing feeling. She has posts going back years. Her waistline gets smaller as you scroll further back. How much weight has she gained in the past few years? It looks like she's doubled in size, you think. You tap the follow button with shaking fingers and save a few of her posts to a new folder. You've finally found what you need, and she didn't need any convincing to take the gift card. It's almost like she's in on your plan. She's practically begging to be your own personal fatspo to fatten up while you continue to get slimmer. Your personal sacrificial pig, eating all the calories you wouldn't dare to touch.

You smile at your phone and, for the first time in forever, admire the boney and delicate lengths of your fingers hovering over the increasingly obese girl in the photo. You can't wait to see her next post.

[kemetic-dreams]

“Pianist, singer and songwriter Antoine “Fats” Domino was born in New Orleans LA, in the lower ninth ward on February 26, 1928.”

“Fats is known for his chart topping hits: Aint That A Shame, Blueberry Hill and I'm Walkin'. Fats' unique piano style and voice would later attract millions from all over the world and result in a career spanning more than five decades, more than 25 gold singles and more than 65 million records sold.

Fats and his wife, Rosemary Hall, (pictured above) were married more than 60 years and had eight children. Fats died on Oct. 24, 2017. He was 89