Waiting around for him to pick a cute mall rat outfit, him showing you various cropped band tee and cutoff short combos, then putting on cute socks and lots of bracelets after he finally picks one.
Pulling the car around front to drop him off before you park so he won't have to waddle through the lot on a hot summer day.
Making a beeline for cinnabon after so you can get him a 2000 calorie snack, he'll need energy for all this shopping.
Taking him to hot topic, torrid, and spencers so he can get lots of alt clothes and accessories, more armbands, thigh high socks, and xxl belts.
Going to the anime store with him so he can pick some plushies for his room, (though you're not sure he has the real estate for any more,) plus a whole bunch of blind bags and some ramune soda.
Then finally you go to the food court, where you buy him all the mall food his heart desires. Stromboli dripping with pepperoni grease, a heaping styrafoam tray of chow mein noodles and sizzling beef, a big fat philly cheesesteak with a side of loaded fries, a big smoothie from the "healthy" stand loaded with frozen yogurt and sugary juice, and a crepe stuffed with berries, nuttella, and whipped cream.
The two of you get a little table in a secluded area by the janitor closet, and he attacks the food like he hasn't had a proper meal in ages (though you know that's not true!) You rub his tummy whenever he starts to slow down and hold up the smoothie so he can take sips. He pouts at you whenever he spots you taking a bite, even though he winds up eating 5 meals worth while you essentially have a light snack.
"Hey, I bought these," You remind him.
"Yeah, for me," he whines before finishing the last of the fries.
After the meal, you hold his hand at the piercing emporium while the piercer puts a cute little ring on his bellybutton. (That's why he ate so much, it's important to keep your blood sugar up when getting pierced) Since his bellybutton is always on show anyway, you both thought this would be a cute touch and go well with his other accessories.
Since rest and relaxation will help his healing process, you both decide to end the day seeing a movie at the cineplex with big reclining seats. He wedges his big butt into the seats for the previews and you run to get him some nachos, milk duds, super buttery popcorn, and a jumbo coke. When you get back to the theater, he's already munching on some snacks from the anime store.
You curl up on the seat next to him and rest your head on his, handing over the bucket of popcorn.
"It doesn't hurt does it?" You rub his tummy, being sure to stay in the upper range. The silver ring sits nicely under his cropped tee, drawing your eye to how only a few fringes of his cut off shorts are visible between his swelling belly and his plush thighs.
"It's fine. shh!" His bracelets jangle as he presses a buttery finger to your lips, his eyes fixed on the screen. Today was definitely a success.
Waiting around for him to pick a cute mall rat outfit, him showing you various cropped band tee and cutoff short combos, then putting on cute socks and lots of bracelets after he finally picks one.
Pulling the car around front to drop him off before you park so he won't have to waddle through the lot on a hot summer day.
Making a beeline for cinnabon after so you can get him a 2000 calorie snack, he'll need energy for all this shopping.
Taking him to hot topic, torrid, and spencers so he can get lots of alt clothes and accessories, more armbands, thigh high socks, and xxl belts.
Going to the anime store with him so he can pick some plushies for his room, (though you're not sure he has the real estate for any more,) plus a whole bunch of blind bags and some ramune soda.
Then finally you go to the food court, where you buy him all the mall food his heart desires. Stromboli dripping with pepperoni grease, a heaping styrafoam tray of chow mein noodles and sizzling beef, a big fat philly cheesesteak with a side of loaded fries, a big smoothie from the "healthy" stand loaded with frozen yogurt and sugary juice, and a crepe stuffed with berries, nuttella, and whipped cream.
The two of you get a little table in a secluded area by the janitor closet, and he attacks the food like he hasn't had a proper meal in ages (though you know that's not true!) You rub his tummy whenever he starts to slow down and hold up the smoothie so he can take sips. He pouts at you whenever he spots you taking a bite, even though he winds up eating 5 meals worth while you essentially have a light snack.
"Hey, I bought these," You remind him.
"Yeah, for me," he whines before finishing the last of the fries.
After the meal, you hold his hand at the piercing emporium while the piercer puts a cute little ring on his bellybutton. (That's why he ate so much, it's important to keep your blood sugar up when getting pierced) Since his bellybutton is always on show anyway, you both thought this would be a cute touch and go well with his other accessories.
Since rest and relaxation will help his healing process, you both decide to end the day seeing a movie at the cineplex with big reclining seats. He wedges his big butt into the seats for the previews and you run to get him some nachos, milk duds, super buttery popcorn, and a jumbo coke. When you get back to the theater, he's already munching on some snacks from the anime store.
You curl up on the seat next to him and rest your head on his, handing over the bucket of popcorn.
"It doesn't hurt does it?" You rub his tummy, being sure to stay in the upper range. The silver ring sits nicely under his cropped tee, drawing your eye to how only a few fringes of his cut off shorts are visible between his swelling belly and his plush thighs.
"It's fine. shh!" His bracelets jangle as he presses a buttery finger to your lips, his eyes fixed on the screen. Today was definitely a success.
Desperately want to tell someone it’s their fault that I’ve been blowing up so much. Blame them for everything as if I wasn’t the one greedily gorging myself on everything I could. Blame them for the times I bounced on the balls of my feet excitedly asking if we can go get ice cream after dinner, my boy boobs and belly jiggling and bouncing up and down. Blame them for asking for seconds, thirds and fourths, despite my stomach being filled nearly to bursting. Blame them for all the times I ordered takeout while waiting for them to come home from work, sitting on my big butt drinking milkshakes and eating burgers. And then blame them for when they eventually get home with enough food to feed a family of six because they know their pretty boy is going to be too hungry when they get home. Because yes. I’ve been the one glutting myself daily. I’ve been the one asking for thirds and fourths and deserts after every meal. I’m the one who eats a whole box of hostess pastries as a “quick snack”. Yes I’m blimping up so quickly, but it’s so clear that I have no self control. So yes. It’s your fault.
Yes playing with a belly can be intimate, but I would like to kneel down eye level with your soft belly, knead it with care and when you least expect it, give it a really gentle bite, just sinking my teeth on doughy soft heaven, I wanna bite the fattest parts of your belly and then sink my face into it. Gosh it feels so good to have my own personal pillow.
I was looking up how people from other countries feel about Brazilian food for scientific purposes (I’m Brazilian and wanted to get a general idea of how likely it would be for my beloved fictional crushes to love my cooking) and I saw someone on Reddit describe Brazilian steakhouses as something along the lines of “places where they keep feeding you until you use a safeword” and ngl, the wording got me a little hot and bothered over here. I’m gonna be thinking about it all day long.