Taylor Swift and Travis: Halftime Show Extraflabaganza

Despite eating the team’s victory meal and growing too heavy to waddle in time to the field to sing the National Anthem, Taylor Swift still received an invitation to attend the Super Bowl. She was Travis Kelce’s girlfriend after all, it would send ripples through the sports and entertainment world if she wasn’t. Though this time it was deemed she would be purely spectating, and she lovingly obliged, excited to see her guy take the Chiefs to victory. Multiple seats were reserved for her, just to support her now massive behind. There would be another wing buffet prepared for after the game, but all the players agreed to keep this top secret. The players didn’t want her to eat them to starvation, like she did last season. Everything seemed completely in order, until word broke on the big day that Kendrick Lamar slipped on a banana peel and couldn’t perform the Halftime show. They decided the best bet would be to ask Taylor to come in and perform last minute, but when they went to her seat, she was gone! And surprisingly, so was Travis!

In the locker room, Travis was sitting next to Taylor’s starry-eyed gaze with a plate of glistening wings. He knew he promised the guys that Taylor would never find out about this, but he loved her. More importantly, she loved him. She loved growing for him, seeing the look of awe on his face as she ate wing after wing, and he loved seeing how happy she was to eat with him. With a cheeky smirk, Taylor opened her mouth and took a bite as Travis placed a wing between her awaiting lips, eyes closed as she chewed and savored the flavor. Her jowls and chins wobbled with every chew, her breath slowing and heart beating as she was filled further and further with bliss. Travis gave her belly a rub and ran a hand through her hair as he watched her lick the sauces off her pouty lips. She opened her eyes slowly and let out a little giggle as at how much Travis was blushing. Suddenly, they heard an announcement over the loudspeaker, “Taylor Swift, report to the main stage, your needed on the field immediately.” A sad look washed over Taylor, as she knew this moment was over. Travis helped her up, as she teetered side to side regaining her center of gravity. She began making her way to the Stage entrance, moving at a slow wobbling pace as her belly and boobs jiggled with each step. Her massive ass wobbled side-to-side, pulling her slightly each way as she took wide leaning steps on tree trunk sized thighs supported by uncertain looking high heels. Her face was beginning to glisten with sweat as she continued to haul all her poundage closer and closer to the stage, chins moistening as they rippled with her movement. She remembered last time she was at the Super Bowl, she had failed to make it on time, but this time was different. This time she had Travis. Almost as if he could read her mind, he lovingly put an arm on her lower back and the other between a massive roll on her stomach, lifting it slightly and giving it support with the strength of an NFL trained athlete. He guided her along, keeping her balanced and relieving her of some the sexy yet impeding weight that had been pressing on her soft thighs. “I got you,” Travis whispered into her ear, her eyes returning to their starry-eyed state despite her out-of-breath wheezes as she took the next lumbering step. Travis gazed at her lovingly and cooed again, “I always got you.”