At my size, it's no surprise that most of my clothes are so tight they look like they’ve been painted on. Though my clothing leaves little to the imagination, my feeder still finds it boring. I tend to favor monochrome colors, and it shows in my wardrobe—mostly shades of gray or black. According to him, I look like I’m heading to a yoga class rather than to our bedroom. Determined to make me see the error of my ways, he went out and bought me something far outside my comfort zone—something he thinks would look sexy on me while fulfilling one of his personal fantasies. He’s always wanted to see his blubbery beauty in a schoolgirl outfit. Just the thought of me in it is enough to get him hard. He pictures my ponderous belly spilling out from beneath the too-tight top, my love handles overflowing the waistband of the skirt. His cock twitches as he wonders if the bottom of my ass cheeks will hang out from underneath it too. When he comes home, he finds me sitting on our bed. Maybe it’s his imagination, but he swears I look even fatter than I did a few days ago. My endless gluttony never fails to astound him. As expected, I’m dressed in yet another skintight gray outfit. He’d never admit it, but the way my pants outline my lower belly makes his breath hitch. He can already feel himself getting hard again. Steadying himself, he begins trying to convince me to try on the outfit he bought for me.