Honestly, I never meant to come back to this story. It was just something quick I'd write when I was horny, not actively trying to gain weight and not expecting any real consequence. I tried on the clothes.
The clothes I wore when I published the first chapter, months ago.
I was not expecting that it could literally barely button, uncomfortably squeezing me in all the wrong places. in my fantasy of pretend weight gain, I ended up gaining about 30lbs of real weight this year so far, ripped a pair of my pants, and unable to fit most of my wardrobe. My pretend chubby belly has somehow, without me noticing, become a genuine fat belly, muffin tops oozing out, and an overhang that now rests neatly on my lap whenever I sit down. I was honestly shocked.
But now I've gained this much weight... I kind of like it? Do you think I've become actually fat now?
... Do you think I should gain more?
YOU ARE READING
did I get fat?
Non-FictionI was changing earlier and caught my reflection in the mirror for the first time in a while... have I really let myself go? where did all this jiggle come from? I swear I fit these jeans just fine only last week ..