POV: you’re my feeder and decided to make a meal for me (and make sure I have enough weed) since I cleaned all day.
It’s been getting really hard for me to move around. I keep bumping into furniture, sweating like a pig, huffing and puffing because I’m obscenely out of shape, and it takes all day because I need breaks. You see how much my weight gain has impacted the little cleaning I do around the house during the day and you want me to feel good. You made me homemade hamburger helper bc it’s cheap and amazing and unhealthy, carb and cheese laden. Peas because even piggies need veggies, and a delicious sweet potato covered in sugar and butter. I gobble it up quick but you got me snacks for after. All the empty calories I’m stuffing in my face makes me so bloated when I’m finished but we’re too horny to wait for my late night fast food run. We both agree it’s best to pull up and order fast food while my stomach looks like I’m 7 months pregnant 🥵🥵🥵
I’m so appreciative of how you make sure I get nutrients and then stuff me like the fat, sloppy, desperate lard ass that I really am. I’m so glad we love me like this 🐽🐽🐽