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"Hey handsome! My stream's still up, but I'm between rounds, so... thought I'd call you and ask for a few things, if you're not busy?" She runs a finger through here hair. She'd gotten a little chilly, so she put on one of here old jackets and a new t-shirt among the plus-sized clothes you'd just ordered for her. It was insane to see how little of here even the XXL stuff could cover. She'd long since given up on trying to conceal her tummy.

Your girl may have abandoned any chance at self sufficiency with her newfound curvature... but wow, did she carry it with elegance! It'd been about two weeks and, of course, time had proven you right about her future. Her parents were coming to visit in just a few days, for the first time since you'd moved in together, and she hadn't lost a single pound. That's going to be an embarrassing talk... you certainly hope they don't jump to blaming you- even if you deserved some of it. "Sure!" You smile back, setting down your cup of coffee to take her hand, resting your interlinked fingers on the vast cushion of fat between you. "What's up? My girl need extra snacks today?"

"Mm- princess is a little hungy. FUCK, am I muted?!" She throws her headset to the floor with an expression of pure, distilled dread as she dares to look at her chat. You let out a snort, she giggles, and you both start laughing. "Uhm... anyway, assuming my public image isn't ruined, I KNOW this is a big ask, but I'm craving McDonalds shakes, but I can't decide between that and Dairy Queen, so... could you MAYBE get a few of each? I don't really care what flavors. Pleeeeease...?" She gives your hand a squeeze, seeing you sigh. "It'll make me more soft! You like that! Cmonnn..."

You rub your temples, standing back up. "May, I'm like, kind of occupied. Can't you just drive yourself?"

She scoots back, crossing her arms defiantly and mumbling something, her cheeks going red.

"Huh?" You tilt your head, but realize what the problem is even before she says it."

"I said I tried that yesterday, ok?!" She grumbles. "I... don't fit behind the steering wheel anymore. And that's kind of your fault, so like... you owe me." She asserts, unable to make eye contact. She knows she's wrong, but she also knows you'll do as she asks. You just wish you were there to see her trying to squeeze that enormous, ethereal body into your car.

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"Hey handsome! My stream's still up, but I'm between rounds, so... thought I'd call you and ask for a few things, if you're not busy?" She runs a finger through here hair. She'd gotten a little chilly, so she put on one of here old jackets and a new t-shirt among the plus-sized clothes you'd just ordered for her. It was insane to see how little of here even the XXL stuff could cover. She'd long since given up on trying to conceal her tummy.

Your girl may have abandoned any chance at self sufficiency with her newfound curvature... but wow, did she carry it with elegance! It'd been about two weeks and, of course, time had proven you right about her future. Her parents were coming to visit in just a few days, for the first time since you'd moved in together, and she hadn't lost a single pound. That's going to be an embarrassing talk... you certainly hope they don't jump to blaming you- even if you deserved some of it. "Sure!" You smile back, setting down your cup of coffee to take her hand, resting your interlinked fingers on the vast cushion of fat between you. "What's up? My girl need extra snacks today?"

"Mm- princess is a little hungy. FUCK, am I muted?!" She throws her headset to the floor with an expression of pure, distilled dread as she dares to look at her chat. You let out a snort, she giggles, and you both start laughing. "Uhm... anyway, assuming my public image isn't ruined, I KNOW this is a big ask, but I'm craving McDonalds shakes, but I can't decide between that and Dairy Queen, so... could you MAYBE get a few of each? I don't really care what flavors. Pleeeeease...?" She gives your hand a squeeze, seeing you sigh. "It'll make me more soft! You like that! Cmonnn..."

You rub your temples, standing back up. "May, I'm like, kind of occupied. Can't you just drive yourself?"

She scoots back, crossing her arms defiantly and mumbling something, her cheeks going red.

"Huh?" You tilt your head, but realize what the problem is even before she says it."

"I said I tried that yesterday, ok?!" She grumbles. "I... don't fit behind the steering wheel anymore. And that's kind of your fault, so like... you owe me." She asserts, unable to make eye contact. She knows she's wrong, but she also knows you'll do as she asks. You just wish you were there to see her trying to squeeze that enormous, ethereal body into your car.