i love decadance and feedism. ppl out growing their fine silk shirts due too eating too much rich chocolate desserts. someone getting stuffed on 2 orders of the most expensive meal on the menu then ordering half the dessert menu. their button popping off and the waiters having to pretend not to notice but returning the button to their table. calling a car and immediately rubbing their belly once theyre in the privacy of the back seat. needing to go to the tailor every month and eventually out growing the tape measure. incuring extra costs bc it’s so expensive to make such large clothes in such a fine fabric. getting fat off of caviar and champagne, growing lazy from not having to move a muscle as everyone does what you need them to. having two personal chefs so they can handle making all the food you request in a day. being hand fed so you dont even need to move your softening arms as you spend all day growing fatter like its your duty, which, let’s face it, at this point: it is.
so I take notes for fic ideas in the most deranged way known to man where I’ll have a bit of dialogue that’s about something I don’t know about, e.g how to cook something, and I’ll just type in whatever nonsense comes to mind as filler until I go back to edit it into something