God Jul! / Merry Christmas! Here in Sweden we celebrate on the 24th - absolutely stuffed after a whole day of eating homemade candy and food. Made a local traditional "Γ€ggost" (egg cheese) for dessert, and there might be quite a bit of it sitting in that
A little fantasy for today:
"I'd say I won this bet."
I look up, sweaty and red-faced out of exertion and embarrassment, halfway through the window of the old wooden play house standing in his backyard. Why I thought I could ever fit my flabby frame through I'll never know, but all the extra weight has definitely caught up with me.
"Don't look so smug about it," I grumble awkwardly.
"Oh, I am - I told you you had gotten much too plump... just look at all this luscious pudge."
He grabs the side of my soft gut and jiggles it, illustrating its size and weight... quite unnecessarily as it droops and bulges from the window frame. Why had I struggled so hard to push it through? Now I'm firmly lodged in place with my bulging gut on one side, and my blubber butt and thighs trapping me on the other.
"Fine, you win... I couldn't fit, and now I'm stuck... would you please give me a hand out now, babe?" I sigh defeatedly. His smirk turns into a leer.
"A hand out? Now why would I do that when I have you all to myself, ey?"
That voice is bad news, and I feel shivers running up my spine and I feel myself growing wet. Before I can protest he puts his plans into action - placing a table under the window for my arms to rest on along with a veritable feast of fattening food.
"I expect all that struggling has made you quite hungry. Forgive me for not staying to feed you, my fat little piggy, but I've got a date with your lower half," he explains, bestowing a quick kiss on me before he darts inside the play house. Knowing full well any food will make my wedged situation even worse I grab a box of glazed donuts and brace myself for some serious stuffing.
"I'd say I won this bet."
I look up, sweaty and red-faced out of exertion and embarrassment, halfway through the window of the old wooden play house standing in his backyard. Why I thought I could ever fit my flabby frame through I'll never know, but all the extra weight has definitely caught up with me.
"Don't look so smug about it," I grumble awkwardly.
"Oh, I am - I told you you had gotten much too plump... just look at all this luscious pudge."
He grabs the side of my soft gut and jiggles it, illustrating its size and weight... quite unnecessarily as it droops and bulges from the window frame. Why had I struggled so hard to push it through? Now I'm firmly lodged in place with my bulging gut on one side, and my blubber butt and thighs trapping me on the other.
"Fine, you win... I couldn't fit, and now I'm stuck... would you please give me a hand out now, babe?" I sigh defeatedly. His smirk turns into a leer.
"A hand out? Now why would I do that when I have you all to myself, ey?"
That voice is bad news, and I feel shivers running up my spine and I feel myself growing wet. Before I can protest he puts his plans into action - placing a table under the window for my arms to rest on along with a veritable feast of fattening food.
"I expect all that struggling has made you quite hungry. Forgive me for not staying to feed you, my fat little piggy, but I've got a date with your lower half," he explains, bestowing a quick kiss on me before he darts inside the play house. Knowing full well any food will make my wedged situation even worse I grab a box of glazed donuts and brace myself for some serious stuffing.
What an amazing evening! Got to cook a three course meal for me and my Dad, as part of an online party event. Garlic and chilli shrimp, followed by steak and potato gratin. And for dessert a local dish - "egg cheese" (no cheese involved) with warm black b
When you run into a friend you haven't seen since the start of the pandemic and you notice them eyeing your gut more than once π
So... this happened... While I was trying to tie my shoes at the store... loud rip, cold breeze - thank goodness I was wearing a long tunic ππ³
Went to the cinema for the first time since March, with only 10 people in the whole room it was easy to stay distanced... Went for a drink afterwards with my two friends. There was a booth free, and I didn't think twice about sitting down, but omg, it really wasn't fit for me π I thought I might not fit at all and was hoping to sit on the edge, but there wasn't enough room. I squeezed in, and luckily the table wasn't bolted down, but shifting the whole table just with my gut was awkward. My friends had plenty of space left while I was utterly wedged in... maybe it's the quarantine gains π