The Turning PointKalyn was in their bedroom, exploring her porky, obese body. Her pants clung tight to her meaty rump, stress visible in the seams, covering her fleshy behind, but not quite coming together in the front. She gave a half-hearted try to zip them up, sucked her gut in, for what little good it did, but she knew too well it was useless.The Turning Point3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her plump tummy stuck out between the flaps, soft and overfed, jelly rolls bulged at her sides. She loosed her grip on the jeans, sinking her swollen fingers into the droop of her belly and squeezing. Looking down at the roll of pork where her waist used to be, she grimaced. She tried to guess what she'd been eating wrong lately, didn't find a shortage of possible causes. She sighed; she'd been trying to trim down, not fatten up, not that anyone would be able to tell from the outside.
She didn't feel guilty for not sticking to her diet, not really, she knew exactly why her attempts at dieting were doomed to failure. Just last week, her husband brought
Je t'aimeThere is firewoodJe t'aime1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
where my bones should be,
and wires in my veins
and everytime we talk
my heart heats up
and I've never felt a flame this warm.