
Black is slimming.
These are the last pair of my pants that fit from before my 40+ pounds in 6 months accidental again.
Am I out of control?

These are the last pair of my pants that fit from before my 40+ pounds in 6 months accidental again.
Am I out of control?
I love to cook, but I’ve always been slim.
My partner is on the thicker side, and has only gotten bigger after enjoying themselves with me. She is over 200 now, which I’m delighted by, with a soft belly to die for.
After a lifetime of staying thin, I started packing on the pounds. The thing is, I didn’t own a scale, so I didn’t realize it. After realizing, almost overnight, I had gotten a belly and that my pants didn’t quite fit, I bought one and realized I’d gained 40 pounds in 6 months.
Looking back at photos, I see it. I was in complete denial. It feels like I’m living a weight gain fiction.
I never thought I’d be into this on myself, but having a beer belly feels so absolutely sexy that I’m worried I won’t be able to stop. I just sized up my pants and had to go up two sizes.
Hell, a stranger patted my belly at the bar. This is absolutely surreal. Grad school and being in a happy relationship is fattening me up, and I wasn’t even trying to grow.
Now I’m wondering who has noticed. Did my coworkers notice my belly pressing into my desk, more and more over just a few months? Is my creaking chair something that they attributed not to a faulty chair, but to my increasing size?
I wasn’t trying to gain. I just like to enjoy myself and am in my 30’s.
Now that I’ve discovered I’m turned on by my belly getting in the way, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop.
Tell me how much I blew up, it drives me crazy.