The Visit Home

Written by Lexus on Wed Jan 22 2025

I'm sitting in the passenger seat, my large belly spilling over the seat belt, feeling like I'm in a food coma. My partner is driving, and I'm trying to remember the last time I visited my family in person. It's hard to think when all I can focus on is the huge amount of food I just ate. I'm so full, I can barely move. My partner is always taking care of me, making sure I have plenty of food to eat, and I have to admit, it's nice to not have to think about anything except what I want to eat next.

As I try to remember, I realize it's been a long time since I've seen my family. I think it was before the pandemic, before I moved in with my partner and started gaining weight. I was a different person back then, athletic and full of energy. I had just started dating my partner, and we were still getting to know each other. But then the lockdown happened, and I made the impulse decision to move in with them. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but looking back, I'm not so sure.

I started gaining weight slowly, at first it was just a few kilos, but then it kept going up and up. My partner was always encouraging me to eat more, saying I deserved a treat, and that I was beautiful no matter what. And the sex, oh god, the sex was amazing. My partner would fuck me harder and deeper, and it felt so good. I was in a constant state of bliss, and I didn't want it to stop. But as the weight kept piling on, I started to lose myself. I went from being a bouncy, athletic young woman to a chubby, lazy girl who just wanted to eat and sleep all day.

My partner would bring me food, all sorts of delicious treats, and I would devour them in seconds. I couldn't get enough, and my partner was happy to oblige. They would make me cheese toasties, pizza bagels, and all sorts of other snacks that were easy to eat and impossible to resist. And the meals, oh god, the meals were huge. My partner would cook up massive plates of food, and I would eat it all, every last bite. I was in a constant state of hunger, and my partner was happy to feed me.

As the months went by, I started to notice changes in my body. My calves were getting bigger, my thighs were getting thicker, and my belly was getting rounder. My breasts were getting bigger too, and my face was getting chubbier. I was changing, and I didn't know how to stop it. But my partner just kept telling me I was beautiful, and that they loved me no matter what. So I just kept eating, and kept gaining weight.

Now, as I sit in the passenger seat, I can feel my belly rumbling. I'm so full, but I'm still hungry. I want more food, and I want it now. My partner is driving, but I know they'll stop soon, and I'll get to eat again. I'm so excited, I can barely contain myself.

As we pull into my parents' house, I start to feel nervous. I haven't seen them in so long, and I'm not sure what they'll think of me now. I've changed so much, and I'm not sure I'm ready for them to see me like this. But my partner is here, and they'll take care of me. They always do.

My partner gets out of the car, and comes around to help me out. They always do this, supporting my huge belly as I get out of the car. It's a miracle my t-shirt covers my body, but it does, barely. I waddle up the driveway, my massive ass swaying from side to side. I'm so big, I can barely move, but my partner is here to help me.

As I ring the doorbell, I feel a sense of trepidation. What will my parents think of me? Will they still love me, even though I'm so big? The door opens, and my mom is standing there, looking shocked. "Sw...Sweetie, is – is that you?" she asks, her voice trembling.

I nod, feeling a sense of shame. "Y-Yeah," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

My mom looks at my partner, and then back at me. "Ah, and this must be the partner you were telling us about," she says, trying to hide her shock.

I nod again, feeling like I'm going to cry. "Yeah," I reply, my voice still shaking.

My mom steps aside, and we enter the house. The living room is filled with people, all of them staring at me. I can hear them whispering, "Wow she really let herself go," "I can't believe what happened to her," "I can't imagine showing up somewhere, looking like that." I feel a sense of shame, but my partner just kisses my forehead, and tells me everything will be okay.

They go to get me some food, and I sit down in the largest chair in the room. It's the only one that can hold my weight, and I'm grateful for it. My partner comes back with a plate of food, and I start to eat, not caring that everyone is staring at me. I don't care that they're judging me, I just want to eat, and be left alone.

As I sit there, stuffing my face, I feel a sense of contentment. This is my life now, and I'm okay with it. I'm big, I'm lazy, and I love to eat. And my partner is here, taking care of me, and loving me no matter what. What more could I ask for?

I look around the room, and see my family staring at me. They're all so thin, so athletic, and I feel like a monster in comparison. But my partner is here, and they're holding my hand, telling me everything will be okay. I feel a sense of love for them, and I know that I'm not alone.

As I finish my food, I feel a sense of satisfaction. I'm full, I'm content, and I'm happy. I don't care what anyone else thinks, I'm just happy to be me. And as I sit there, surrounded by my family, I know that I'm loved, no matter what.

My partner gets up, and helps me out of the chair. We're going to go for a walk, or at least, my partner is going to help me waddle around the block. I'm not sure I can make it, but I'm willing to try. As we walk, I feel the sun on my face, and the wind in my hair. It's nice, it's really nice.

I look at my partner, and I feel a sense of love for them. They're taking care of me, they're loving me, and they're making me happy. What more could I ask for? I'm big, I'm lazy, and I love to eat. But I'm happy, and that's all that matters.

As we walk, I start to think about my life. I'm not the same person I used to be, but I'm okay with that. I'm happy with who I am, and I'm happy with my life. I have my partner, I have my food, and I have my comfort. What more could I ask for?

I look at my partner, and I see the love in their eyes. They love me, no matter what, and that's all that matters. I'm big, I'm lazy, and I love to eat. But I'm loved, and that's all that matters.

As we finish our walk, I feel a sense of contentment. I'm happy, I'm full, and I'm loved. What more could I ask for? I'm Lexus, and this is my life. I'm big, I'm lazy, and I love to eat. But I'm happy, and that's all that matters.


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