Taylor Swift: Feeling 22 (Hundred Pounds) aka All Too Swelled + Taylor's Slob-Free Version (Patreon)

Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce's relationship had never been stronger. From tossing a ball around to post-training meals, she loved him and loved spending time with him. Truly, she did all she could to make him feel like she was just one of the guys. But Travis' eating habits caught up to her fast. From constant trips to Buffalo Wild Wings to late night Applebee's runs, Travis made sure to keep on top of his 4000 calorie per day diet that was required to bulk. And Taylor, the sweetheart she is, followed suit to spend more time with him. But unlike Travis, Taylor was not a seasoned athlete, in fact her career was fairly sedentary. So Taylor did some bulking of her own, and then some. Pound after pound, wing after wing, Taylor's love for Travis continued to grow, almost as fast as her body did, piling on with pounds of soft, heavy fat. Travis couldn't believe his eyes every time she waddled over to him, lowering herself slowly with a breathy grunt onto chairs that could barely support her, her stomach pressing into the table. He'd smile and hand her a wing, watching with awe as she'd raise the food to her gorgeous face with arms sagging and jiggling like a sack of liquid. It was bliss. When she was done, she'd lean in for a kiss, and he'd be happy to oblige.

Travis and the Chiefs made it to Super Bowl, and Taylor of course was to sing the national anthem. In fact it was almost time for her to start! Now almost too massive to walk, Taylor needed two assistants to get her on her feet. From there Taylor slowly waddled her way towards the field entrance, having to lean all the way to once side just to lift her foot high enough to move a few inches and then leaning once again to move the other. This slow, heavy shuffle sent ripples through her body, her chins, boobs, and belly wobbling with every step. In the corner of her eye, she saw something though, stopping her movement dead in its heaving tracks. It was a tray of wings, catered for the post-game celebration. Surely they wouldn't mind if she snagged one for the road? However, she was far too fat, the walk to get some wings and back would set her back so severely, that she knew she would miss her cue to go on stage. Travis would be so disappointed, she thought. But also, she knew Travis would want her to eat those wings, to keep growing for him. She stood there, face full of dismay at this dilemma. If only she was skinnier, a skinny girl could walk those few feet, grab those wings, and be back in less than a minute. But she was no longer a skinny girl. She looked back and forth, dismaying eyes alternating between the field and longing for those scrumptious wings. She was trapped in a situation, almost as much as she was trapped under the heft of her own body.

Leading with the clean alt, just to not freak anyone out. But here's my first ever Slob edit of a USSBBW (or is it USBBW... i never know) morph! If you can tell from the story, this was originally meant to be uploaded in February for Super Bowl LVIII, but ADHD got the best of me here. Better than late than never, I hope!