Pov: Your Girlfriend Burps While She Whines About How Fat She Got

Chapter 1

I can't take anymore! This is all your fault...






Link: https://whyp.it/tracks/233894/pov-your-stuffed-hel pless-girlfriend-burps-while-she-whines-about-how- fat-she-got

















*I really hope you enjoy! I'm trying out something totally new with adding sound effects (burps and one instance of an eating/force feeding sound) and speaking from a feedee POV instead of a feeder one.


I think it turned out pretty well, but I could definitely be biased lmao. I wanted to share just to see if anyone liked it, hated it, or had any other opinions:)


Feedback is very very welcome!! For more audios, fictions, or POVs, you can check out my profile here on FF! I'll post another story here just to give an example of what my other style of POV is like:










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What's wrong Kelsey? Is that bra a little too tight? Are you uncomfortable with the way it's starting to cut into the swells of fat widening your back, with the way it forces your tits to jut and bugle over the tops of the straining cups? Oh no. That was your favorite bra. Favorite by default of course, because it's the only one who can still manage to squeeze your fleshy body into.

Poor baby, those straps just look painfully tight around your shoulders. Wow. You’ve porked up so much that even your shoulders are fat. And those shorts aren’t faring much better. You wear the same few outfits on repeat because you’re outgrowing everything too quickly, and you and I both know those shorts are next on the chopping block. Your thighs are thicker around than your waist used to be and they're testing every seam on those worn, skimpy little athletic shorts.

They weren't always so skimpy though, were they? Before you decided that quarantine meant binging every day for six months, those shorts were far more appropriate. They didn’t ride up and expose nearly every inch of your fatty, dimpled thighs, and they certainly didn't show off chunky calves that have actually gotten swollen enough to jiggle. God Kelsey, even your calves jiggle.

I can't believe you let yourself go like this, and I'm not the only one. How embarrassing was it when Jonathan asked you if you felt like your metabolism had slowed down? He was so nice about it, was so careful about avoiding eye contact with your protruding gut pushing out the front of your shirt, but you know what he was really saying. He was saying you got huge. He was trying to hint at the fact that you’ve blown yourself up like a balloon, that ever since you gained that first 30 pounds in 2020 your weight has snowballed out of control.

He probably talked to your family about it too. He and your mom were probably discussing your eating habits and going over the best way to bring it up without offending you. He tried to make it seem like it had nothing to do with you, like the situation was a medical issue or a natural part of getting older, but he's seen you eat. He knows just how greedy and gluttonous you’ve become, he knows how many double-quarter pounders you can put away.

It's almost hilarious how much of a fat girl stereotype you are, or it would be hilarious if it wasn't so concerning for your health. You eat at McDonalds almost every day, sometimes twice a day, and you order enough for two grown men. You know the employees at the drive-through by your job probably know you by voice, right? They probably joke about the size of your orders cause they know it's just for you. They probably talk about how much fatter you look every time you pull up to the second window.

Remember that time you caught Jonathan reading one of your receipts? When you’d ordered two large combo meals on your way back from your morning shift and decided to treat yourself with an extra order of fries? That means, in your 30-minute commute, you ate a Mchicken, a double quarter pounder, two large fries, a medium fry, a large Coke, and an Oreo Mcflurry. Although it didn't quite take you 30 minutes, did it? You finished everything except the ice cream before you even turned into your neighborhood, then you sat in the garage gulping down the Mcflurry in your car. You didn't used to be like that.

You didn't used to be that greedy, that oblivious to how much of a pig you’re becoming. You still try to hide it despite the evidence all over your body, but you didn't hide it that day. Jonathan found the receipt on the kitchen counter and you watched him read it. You never discussed it, never told him you know what he knows, but that was so mortifying, wasn't it? To realize that you’ve gotten so out of control, so ashamed of your binges and your weight that you can't even be honest with your partner about what you’ve eaten. Jonathan is so nice, isn't he? He's just gonna let you keep blimping up faster and faster, keep enabling you with all his junk food grocery store runs despite his obvious concern at the way you’re inflating......