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You’ve been watching me… haven’t you? I know you have. Every time I’m in the kitchen… every time I give in again. I used to be disciplined—an athlete. Now? I don’t even try to stop myself. And you love it. Look at me… I made sure you could see everything. This outfit is so tight it shows all of it—my stomach, how soft I’ve gotten, how much I’ve changed. I grab my belly and let it jiggle slowly, watching your reaction. I can’t stop touching it… rubbing it, lifting it, letting it drop. It’s gotten so big… and I don’t care anymore. I move for you so you can see it properly: • Standing… letting it hang and sway • Walking… feeling it bounce with every step • Sitting… watching it spread and settle • Laying back… showing just how heavy it’s become • Bending forward… letting it hang freely I talk about it too… how lazy I’ve gotten, how weak I feel now… but I still keep going. I still want more. I know you’re watching… and I make sure you don’t miss anything.