Well, I hope you’re happy. You finally did it. Years of positive reinforcement, spoiling me, showing me examples of beautiful women getting even sexier as their bellies grow bigger… I kind of get it now…

Linger for too long on the sensation of pressure from my tightening waistband? I’m breathing faster. Recall the delicious meal I had earlier and how it rounded out my upper stomach? My heart rate picks up. Give into the temptation to step away and sneak some photos for you, just so you’ll praise me for filling myself so well? I am aching…

I’m not going to try to gain weight. But I am not delusional, either. I know I let my gym membership lapse. I know that the holiday season is basically here. And now? Now that you’ve spent the last year exploring with me, helping me learn how fucking hot it is to be shamelessly greedy? There’s no way I make it out of 2026 without a little gain. Why fight it when we could all so thoroughly enjoy it?

My scale was delivered today. Show me how willing you are to keep spoiling me, and I might try to continue spoiling you. Do you want to know how much I weigh? ✨