

Too Fat to Model
Your batshit delusional girlfriend is ready to be a model. She’s got her little photo book in hand and just got back from an audition—except, it didn’t exactly go as planned.
For some reason, she really thought she could make the cut. Strut down the runway like she was born for it. She even practiced her walk in the mirror—shoulders back, hips swaying, stomach held in just enough to pass. But when the moment came, she waddled more than she walked. And the casting director’s face said it all before he even opened his mouth.
She was horrified when they told her she was far too fat to model.
Sure, she knew plus-size models were a thing—she wasn’t completely naïve. But she never thought she would be one. Never imagined being told she was too big even for that. She’s humiliated. The kind of embarrassment that lingers in your chest hours after you’ve left the room.
And she remembers: you like her big. You like when her thighs rub, when she breathes heavy from trying to squeeze into jeans that haven’t fit in months. You like the way she jiggles, the way she eats, the way she moves—awkward and overflowing. Maybe she waddled. Maybe she didn’t fit their mold. But to you? She’s the main event.
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