allfattenedup

Evening Show

Added 2022-07-17 23:08:20 +0000 UTC

I stuff myself. Privately, in the other room, while you shower. I'm not sure if you're washing your hair or how long you'll be, so I go fast. Distend myself so quickly I have to bite my tongue to keep from crying out. It's delicious pain. It's euphoric discomfort. I'm so uncomfortable as I heft myself up, holding my belly to steady it. My head's spinning, all the sugar and fat I've just forced into myself, and the few glasses of wine we had earlier, making my heart race and head swim. Or maybe that's just the thrill. I've developed a waddle - god god god, when did that happen?

A love-drunk flush blooms across my face as I pose in the doorway for you, modelling my new body like the latest fall collection. You look good after the shower. Lean and lithe, water droplets glistening off your bare skin. I feel like a hog - my tender stomach bumping against the ballooning tops of my thighs. Pushing out, hanging low, begging to be lifted and inspected, weighed in your palm. Tested for softness. We used to be the same, a matching pair. Your collarbones stand out like mine used to. I've changed so much, and I want you to see everything.