Why does the idea of being fattened up by my maids sound so appealing? Desperately trying to do my day-to-day activities whilst being constantly plied with cake, having any chore that required me to walk any great distance handled for me, and shepherded back to the dinner table 5 times a day for another rich, filling meal.
Why do I want them to struggle to get me into my court dress that fit just last week as they giggle about how I won't need a bustle anymore as my rear is getting so plump? To waddle desperately after people at banquets as we converse because my plump legs can't keep up and I keep getting out of breath. To have every social occasion end with me being stuffed to the gills and helped back into my carriage by a footwoman who is just a little too handsy about helping push my hips through the door.....
I really need to have my face pressed into a big belly rn. Like... I think I'm gonna pass away if I don't feel the soft caress of fat tummy on my face 🥺
After my long hiatus for personal reasons I’m officially back and gaining again there will be a new post later tonight on my massive Taco Bell stuffing … see you soon 🐷🐷 😘😘😘
Not to say I want to be fat shamed by a personal trainer but if one could be really mean to me whilst she force fed me some ice cream after I struggle during a workout I'd like that~