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Kelsey Got Fat
🕑 Added 2024-11-15 02:41:36 +0000 UTCWhat's wrong Kelsey? Is that bra a little too tight? Are you uncomfortable with the way it's starting to cut into the swells of fat widening your back, with the way it forces your tits to jut and bugle over the tops of the straining cups? Oh no. That was your favorite bra. Favorite by default of course, because it's the only one who can still manage to squeeze your fleshy body into.
Poor baby, those straps just look painfully tight around your shoulders. Wow. You’ve porked up so much that even your shoulders are fat. And those shorts aren’t faring much better. You wear the same few outfits on repeat because you’re outgrowing everything too quickly, and you and I both know those shorts are next on the chopping block. Your thighs are thicker around than your waist used to be and they're testing every seam on those worn, skimpy little athletic shorts.
They weren't always so skimpy though, were they? Before you decided that quarantine meant binging every day for six months, those shorts were far more appropriate. They didn’t ride up and expose nearly every inch of your fatty, dimpled thighs, and they certainly didn't show off chunky calves that have actually gotten swollen enough to jiggle. God Kelsey, even your calves jiggle.
I can't believe you let yourself go like this, and I'm not the only one. How embarrassing was it when Jonathan asked you if you felt like your metabolism had slowed down? He was so nice about it, was so careful about avoiding eye contact with your protruding gut pushing out the front of your shirt, but you know what he was really saying. He was saying you got huge. He was trying to hint at the fact that you’ve blown yourself up like a balloon, that ever since you gained that first 30 pounds in 2020 your weight has snowballed out of control.
He probably talked to your family about it too. He and your mom were probably discussing your eating habits and going over the best way to bring it up without offending you. He tried to make it seem like it had nothing to do with you, like the situation was a medical issue or a natural part of getting older, but he's seen you eat. He knows just how greedy and gluttonous you’ve become, he knows how many double-quarter pounders you can put away.
It's almost hilarious how much of a fat girl stereotype you are, or it would be hilarious if it wasn't so concerning for your health. You eat at McDonalds almost every day, sometimes twice a day, and you order enough for two grown men. You know the employees at the drive-through by your job probably know you by voice, right? They probably joke about the size of your orders cause they know it's just for you. They probably talk about how much fatter you look every time you pull up to the second window.
Remember that time you caught Jonathan reading one of your receipts? When you’d ordered two large combo meals on your way back from your morning shift and decided to treat yourself with an extra order of fries? That means, in your 30-minute commute, you ate a Mchicken, a double quarter pounder, two large fries, a medium fry, a large Coke, and an Oreo Mcflurry. Although it didn't quite take you 30 minutes, did it? You finished everything except the ice cream before you even turned into your neighborhood, then you sat in the garage gulping down the Mcflurry in your car. You didn't used to be like that.
You didn't used to be that greedy, that oblivious to how much of a pig you’re becoming. You still try to hide it despite the evidence all over your body, but you didn't hide it that day. Jonathan found the receipt on the kitchen counter and you watched him read it. You never discussed it, never told him you know what he knows, but that was so mortifying, wasn't it? To realize that you’ve gotten so out of control, so ashamed of your binges and your weight that you can't even be honest with your partner about what you’ve eaten. Jonathan is so nice, isn't he? He's just gonna let you keep blimping up faster and faster, keep enabling you with all his junk food grocery store runs despite his obvious concern at the way you’re inflating.
You know Kelsey, it's not normal to wake up feeling bigger every day. It's not normal to try and calculate how quickly you can be done with social events and activities just so you can go home and gorge yourself on a meal that’ll really satisfy you. It's not normal to need new jeans every winter and a new bathing suit every summer. I can't believe you actually outgrew the two piece you bought in April by July.
Do you know how humiliating that is? Do you know that's most girls' worst nightmare? I wish I could've watched you try to struggle to cram those massive tits in that tiny, overtaxed bikini top. It was probably obscene, I bet you looked like an overfed whale trying to pretend she's still a normal weight.
I hope the next 10 pounds go straight to your gut just like the last 10 did. I wanna see that bugling ball of jiggle get so heavy it starts to hang. Most people would be embarrassed to look the way you do. Most people would be disgusted to know you get off on purposely making yourself fatter.
You’re a little disgusted too, aren't you Kelsey? That's why you like getting teased instead of getting praise. You know turning yourself into a pile of wobbling rolls isn't a good thing, isn't something you should strive for. But you can't help yourself. You get yourself so worked up, don't you. You're so obsessed with your swelling body that even though you know it's not good for you, even though you don't want to wear the evidence of your indulgence around like a fat suit every day, you just can't stop.
Jonathon's probably gonna get your family to have a little intervention for you. He’s probably gonna suggest you two start playing tennis again or go for more walks. You’ve been exploding for the past 4 years and he has to reach the end of his rope at some point, right? Are you terrified that you’re gonna get too fat for him? Have you considered that you already are? Or do you think there's another reason he's staying, a reason beyond loving you for who you are? Do you think he likes it? Do his hands linger on your fattiest rolls, do you think he likes the way your love handles squish under his touch? Do you think he likes the porn star tits you’ve developed even though they rest on top of an always bloated belly?
Either way, you can't hide yourself from him. You can't hide when your ever-growing body exposes you for the piggy you really are. You know you like what you’ve done to yourself. You can't pretend you don't. If you didn't, you wouldn't have told me everything you're planning to eat tonight just so I can make fun of you.
Every time you go to Millo’s, your order just gets bigger, doesn't it? When the tall cashier with the dark hair sees your name on the caller ID he probably sighs cause it means he’s gotta pack up your massive order. You think he's cute, but he thinks you're a pathetic, wobbling slob. He can't believe how big you’ve gotten since he started working there. When you call to place your order, the answer to, “Will there be anything else?” is always a yes.
That's blush-inducing, isn’t it? To know that they probably think you’re ordering for two, or even three? But it's all for you to scarf down in your car so Jonathan won't see. Remember that time you ordered so much that you had to take two trips out to your car with the to-go bags? You ate yourself so full that you felt sick, you had to undo your seatbelt just so you could breathe.
That doesn't seem like a ‘little stuffing kink’ like you described. I mean, if your stuffing kink was so little, you wouldn't be commissioning writers to tease you for how much you’ve blown up. If your stuffing kink was so little, you wouldn't be overeating every day. If your stuffing kink was so little, it wouldn't have turned you on so much when Jonathon confronted you. If your stuffing kink was so little, you wouldn't be so big.
It's not a ‘little stuffing kink’. Nothing about you is little. And nothing ever will be again.
