#inevitable gain

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Bite After Greedy Bite

They offered dessert and you gave the usual polite shake of your head—smiling, hands folded like you had restraint. But I saw the look in your eyes the moment that cake hit the table. Rich, thick slices, dripping with frosting, and before anyone else had taken a bite, your fork was already halfway to your mouth. The first moan you let out was soft, but real—enough to make a couple of people glance your way. Your cheeks puffed out around the bite, and I watched your belly press tighter into the edge of the table, your shirt riding up just slightly from how far you’d leaned in.

You kept going, bite after greedy bite, barely chewing, like you were trying to prove something—though I’m not sure if it was to yourself or to me. You kept your eyes down, as if that would hide the way you squirmed with every mouthful, your belly visibly rising with each breath. I didn’t say a word. Just sat back and watched you unravel in front of everyone, like the good little glutton you are. You tried to deny it. You tried to behave. But all it took was one slice to remind you—and me—exactly who’s really in control when that plate’s in front of you.

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Gallon of Milk a Day

You're getting really tubby lately. It could be your new habit of chugging milk daily. You had heard good things, and you'd been at a plateau for so long that jumpstarting your gain sounded so appealing.

Now, it's out of control, though. You can't stop chugging it, and you're noticing the changes all over your body. Your chest, your belly, your hips- they're all starting to show the effects of drinking a gallon of milk a day.

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New Year's Resolutions

New year, new you. That's the promise you always make. You always tell yourself, in the aftermath of the annual festivities, that you don't want to put on another dozen or so pounds. You don't want to get even softer, flabbier, and bigger. That's what you always tell yourself.

But another part of you does want that. The last year's you, who just wants to let loose over the holidays. The you who's struggled day in and day out to keep to a diet (failing as often as succeeding...), and needs a break from the madness. That part of you- thus resolution is just some red tape to cut on his way into bigger and brighter things (namely, pant sizes).

This time, you insist, it's going to be different, as you chug the champagne. This time, you plead, you'll be better, as you take a third slice of pie. This time, you pretend, you'll remember this resolution for more than a day, as you watch your resolve crumble in the face of your desire to gain.