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Look at you. Really, look at yourself. There was a time you actually had definition, wasn't there? A time you could see your own feet without that swollen gut blocking the view. Now? You're nothing but a soft, bloated mess, and I haven't stopped watching every pathetic pound pile on. You think I haven’t noticed? G*d, it’s impossible not to see it now. At first, it was just a l*ttle softness, a tiny bit of pudge I could tease you about while I pinched that l*ttle roll forming above your waistband. It was almost cute then, a pathetic l*ttle reminder that you were letting yourself go. But now? Now it’s a full-bl*wn, permanent, bloated disaster. That isn't a belly anymore; it’s a heavy, round gut, a genuine bloated belly that sits there like a stubborn, overfed parasite. It’s always so distended and tight, looking like you’re nine months pregnant with a food b*by you’re too lazy to push out. It’s a permanent, swollen orb of gluttony and I am absolutely disgusted. Look at how it just sags and strains against your skin. It’s so bloated all the time, a constant, doughy mass that you have to heft around. And the sounds... I hear you wheezing and puffing just from walking up a few stairs. You get c*mpletely winded doing the simplest things now, don’t you? You’re out of breath just from tying your own shoes because that massive gut is crushing your lungs. It’s a constant, wheezing reminder of what a fat, lazy pig you’ve become. You have to take breaks just to catch your breath, your face all red and sweaty, while I’m just standing there, utterly repulsed by your lack of control. I zero in on what really makes you revolting now: those soft, pillowy moobs that have taken over your chest. Once flat, now they're proper tits, complete with prominent nipples poking through every thin fabric you own. I describe them in br*tal detail, how they bounce when you move, how they'd fill my palms with nothing but squish, how you probably have to adjust them like a woman does her bra. Your nipples have become so sensitive, so pronounced, that they announce your fatness before anyone even sees the rest of you.Your whole body has become a monument to your failures. Every soft, bloated feature, from your heavy gut to your jiggling moobs, is a sign of my complete and utter disgust. You’ve done this to yourself, gorging until you’re nothing but a breathless, swollen shell. And I just sit here, watching you stuff your face again, wondering how much bigger that disgusting, permanent gut is going to get. What a pathetic, fat mess you are.

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