I wanna be fed. Stuffed?? Sometimes. I wanna be in denial. Even when someone is asking if I’m pregnant. Do not call me baby or snookums because I prefer pig or fat pig. I want my belly to be the center of all the attention.. i especially want
all the eyes and open mouths gawking at it. Then comes the poking, slapping, jiggling and pinching all because my belly of jello is hanging all out and in and over my lap.. You’ll have to grab my fat rolls making that blubber bounce. Shake it and tell me I’m fat. Oh I’m sorry whats that you say? I’m fat? No way.