Compared to other girls, your girlfriend Cass was interesting, to say the least. People often labeled her the stereotypical fat goth girl, and while they weren’t wrong, they didn’t know the half of it. Cass adored being fat, her girth, her blubber, the way every new layer of flab made her rounder and heavier. Her chunky arms jiggled when she moved, Her jet black hair streaked with violet framed her soft double chin and her pale, round face, and her thick thighs rubbed together with every step. Clothes had long since stopped being an issue for her, she relished the sound of seams ripping and buttons popping as her body burst past them, laughing as if each tear was a trophy. Fishnets split across her plump legs, corsets groaned against her swollen middle, and the tightest tops she could find still failed to cover the bulge of her belly as it spilled out proudly. Instead of hiding, Cass flaunted her size with revealing outfits that made her look even bigger crop tops riding high on her rolls, skirts straining over her hips, stockings clinging desperately to her calves before surrendering to her expanding flesh. Every inch of her was soft, flabby, overflowing, and she celebrated it with a smug confidence that made you adore her even more. You couldn’t help but spoil her and relish in her growth more than anyone. You spoiled her endlessly, feeding her fries, sweets, and anything she craved, loving how her round face lit up with joy as she grew heavier in your arms, your lap, your life. Cass was not just fat, she was proud, flabby, overflowing, and wanted everyone to see and know it. “Mmph… you really know how to spoil a girl… at this rate I might burst out of my outfit again.”