PATREON EXCLUSIVE: "Face It. You're Giving In"

Here's a quick patreon exclusive prequel to the rest of the "Face It" series of short stories. Soon, there will be an extra cut story for Even More BS patrons called "Face It. You're Immobile", so if you want immobile stories you're going to want to be an Even More BS patron for that.

For now....

Enjoy!

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That muffin tastes good doesn’t it? Do you want another one?

Face it. You know you do. 

That’s right. I love that little head nod of yours mostly because it flashes that delightful double chin you’re getting. 

Oh? You haven’t noticed? You’ve put on a few pounds. Surely you’ve noticed your pants getting tighter and that none of your shirts sit as flat against your belly as they used to. Well, I’ve got news for you, it’s not because of the shirt. 

That trim tummy of yours isn’t so trim. In fact, if anything, I think it’s in danger of being called tubby. It’s certainly softer. You haven’t felt that yet? Surely your pants have gotten more difficult to button. All your outfits must be tighter thanks to that squishy little paunch. It’s such a cute little starter belly. 

Yes. I called it a starter belly. Starter. Because let’s be real. That pudgy little pot belly of yours is going to get way bigger. I mean, look at you. You’re eating that second muffin. And muffins lead to muffin tops. And that’s exactly what you’re getting. I can see those little love handles sprouting. Soon they’ll big meaty slabs of fat that hang over your waistband along with your gut. 

That will be the only way to describe it of course, a gut. It won’t just be a stomach or a tummy. And even pot belly will be too cute. You keep eating like you’re eating and it’ll be a gut, a big, flabby, greedy gut that just spills over your waistband, bursts some buttons and jiggles when you walk. 

And that walking, it’s going to get a lot more difficult. In fact, we’re not really going to be able to call it walking. Eventually, you’re going to waddle. Your thighs are going to so thick they’re going to rub together, and not just every once in a while. I’m not talking about thighs that have fat that slaps together. I’m talking about thunder thighs like fat tree trunks that rub together all the time, pushing your stance wider, making you waddle. 

Sure, right now your legs are still in great shape. But they have gotten a little softer. You’ve lost some tone. Your legs are getting thicker. This is just a start. 

You can see it, can’t you? Becoming a fat little piggy. You already eat like one, so sure that your metabolism is going to last forever. But I’m telling you, if you keep eating like a greedy little piglet, you’re going to pork up. You’re going to keep eating, stuffing your face as it gets fatter. You’ll watch the numbers on the scale get higher and higher as your body gets larger and your clothes get tighter. You’re growing to out grow everything, tell yourself you’re done growing, and then you’ll get fatter and out grow your clothes all over again. It’s a frustrating fattening cycle for you. 

Of course, your butt is getting bigger too. I know it doesn’t feel like much now, but you have to admit it’s gotten squishier. Your nice looking butt is growing soft. Soon it will sag. Eventually it’ll be an enormous flabby ass. You’re going to have two chunky cheeks bloated with blubber. I’m warning you now. If your not careful one seat won’t be enough to hold you. 

I suppose you could still stay thin. 

Well, are you even really that thin right now?

I suppose you could diet and lose this weight. You could slim down some. But I have to be honest. I just don’t think you have the will power. 

It’s funny, I think of all the times I’ve heard you make fun of fat people, the way you criticized friends, enemies and total strangers for letting themselves go, for losing control. You’ve always complained about how they have no will power, how they’re just lazy and greedy. And yet, here you are, lazing about. Stuffing your face. 

Are you going to get to the gym today?

I didn’t think so. 

Tomorrow. It’ll always be tomorrow. And that’s why you’re going to get fat. Because tomorrow all you’re going to be is a few pounds heavier, and you still won’t do anything about it. You’re just going to sit on your ever growing ass, stuffing your fat face and getting fatter and fatter. 

Ironic isn’t it? The person who used to love making fun of fat people so much is turning into a fatty, a real pig. 

What? It’s true. 

Prove me wrong then, piglet. Put that muffin down if you don’t want to get fat. Show me you still have some control. Just put it down and walk away or keep pigging out and end up waddling later. 

That’s right. I knew you couldn’t do it. I knew you wanted that muffin too bad. 

You’re going to be such a fat pig.