It All Starts So Innocuous. You Complain To Me That You Feel Fat, That You Want To Try To Shed A Few

It all starts so innocuous. You complain to me that you feel fat, that you want to try to shed a few pounds. I give my most reassuring smile and tell you "you don't need to do that. As a matter of fact, I think the curves look good on you. Really good." You laugh, wondering if that look in my eyes was lust or if you're just reading too much into things.

So you try dieting, cutting calories where you can. Then the little treats start coming. A box of brownies here, a couple cookies there, all freshly baked by me, just for you. You tell me that I'm ruining your diet, that you'll just end up even bigger at this rate. "Would that be such a bad thing?" That look again. A little smirk. Barely restrained lust. You freeze like a deer in headlights, but before you know it another brownie is at your lips. There's not a thought in that pretty little head, you take a bite reflexively. We don't break eye contact as you chew, then swallow.

"Good girl 💕"

You take another bite as your cheeks turn red. You feel my other hand drifting towards your belly, grabbing a handful and gently massaging it with my thumb. No, you start to think, it wouldn't be so bad at all.

Such a flabby painfully full piggy 🐷 😇

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this started as a joke but then i started actually thinking about it and now im really annoyed that IDs have this one letter that doesnt mean anything for cis people and is a huge pain in the ass for trans people when we could instead have literally lifesaving information so emergency medical services could just check ur wallet to see which blood to give you so you dont die or whatever But No