i want to date a fat girl who’s always whining about how big she’s getting, and pulls at her shirts, trying to hide her softening figure. but she and i both know that she has a problem with eating, and she will binge and binge until her stomach is taut and rounding out her shirt. despite that, she will play dumb when the buttons on her shirt across her stomach begin to strain and pop. she will groan about starting a diet when her jeans can’t button. most importantly, she will secretly love it when i take her flushed, bloated stomach into my hands and bite her love handles.
of course it won’t be long before i start to fatten up too, and we’ll press our swollen, jiggly bellies together, giggling and touching one another everywhere. we are plump and overfed and happy