"I thought you said you wanted to match my weight, not double it." She snickered at him as he swallowed down another piece of cake. he could feel his stuffed belly hanging in front of him, weighing him down, making even walking hard at this point. She would squeeze up to him at night, pressing her head to his normally overstuffed tummy, enjoying the monster she had created. He had submitted, he no longer cared about what happened to his figure, and at this point enjoyed the food.

I made an 8-part progression of a character, for funs. I'll be uploading them all in a row, wherever I upload them, so don't worry about not being able to find all the parts.