Belly grew. Eek!

You know when you’re super into feeling your body getting bigger... but you’re super self conscious about it? That’s where I’m at right now. I was daydreaming about someone encouraging me to get bigger. The scenario would be me laying around for days on end eating everything put in front of me. I know I’m kind of a pig so I’d finish off every meal and want more. Eventually when I finally had to get out of bed and leave the house, all the new found weight would wobble more than it did before. In reality, I’m in a slow burn situation like that. I’ve been laying around in bed snacking constantly and eating whatever take out suits me. I rarely have to get out of pajamas. Even the leggings I bought for my fattening ass are starting to roll down under my belly. “Just a little bit more food won’t hurt,“ has been my motto. And that motto is making my thighs rub together constantly. But back to my daydreaming-- I want you to put too much food in front of me. “Just eat a little bit more“ is what you’d say when I slow down. Every day I nap because I’m uncomfortably full. And every night I’d pass out while you rubbed my stomach. Eventually being so sedentary really takes a toll on me. Fitness wise, and size wise. It becomes very apparent very fast that I’ve gotten big. And everytime I bring up how self-conscious i am of my size, you put more food in front of me that I can’t resist.