“You don’t think anyone noticed, right? They were just too tight to stay buttoned, it hurt…”

But when I finally got to the car, I wasn’t worried about that anymore. I was preoccupied by the feeling of that filled belly poking out of my clothes, pushing my unzipped jeans into my lap. I slid my hands into my pants and felt how hard my poor, stuffed guts were under that plush little layer of fat I’ve collected this year. I mean, you can see how puffy and bloated my belly looks now. It felt so good to feel it bulging like that. I couldn’t help myself, I was patting and slapping it the entire way home… stopping in the driveway to take pictures to show off for you. I know you’d appreciate it just as much as I did, if not more…

So now I need you to tell me how pretty I look like this. How you’re going to keep spoiling me, buying me meals, hoping to be spoiled in return by getting to see my greedy belly grow…