You can't hide the softness.
You can't hide the roundness.
You can't hide the jiggle.
You may as well be sprouting a curly tail...
Oh- what's that back there~?
She has a way of making the men forget what they came to her office for by the time they leave.
Her words are all foggy now... they made your head feel lighter, your body heavier.
It's as if your mind sunk down to your middle- you've been sated and slowed, as if swimming through thick ambrosia.
She had smiled looking down on you, no raise to discuss.
Alt POVs:
You reblog a weight-gain curse post 🪄
You order your 100th Uber Eats meal 😋
You didn't ask the sorceress the cost of enchanting your Fs to As 🔮
You're a slim white boy reaching his mid-20s 🐽
What a fun fate men have if they are weak
and most of them are.
men get greedy
men become gluttons
and they must wear their growing sin.
their stomachs soften into bellies
their bellies rise like dough
until the fruit of their sin is ripe.
their pudge rips through seams
their waists pour over waistbands
their brains shrink
their bellies swell.
gawking at their inflated middles
captured by their cloaks of blubber
their navels grow deep
their thoughts grow shallow
men get fat
men become pigs.