Fatties and Fitties

Rafael brandao

Fuck he’s so thick

Might delete it later 🤭

Today we’re doing nothing

woke up hungry …

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You place the order and sigh. Now comes the hard part. Waiting. Your habit of eating everything left for you has caught up to you again. With a heave you get yourself onto your feet. With a hand braced against the railing of your bariatric bed, and another groping for the bariatric wheelchair you pivoted to the wheelchair and sit down. The massive lymphodema on your right thigh bumps and slaps, and pain jolts through your body. Having collapsed in the wheelchair you gasp. Even with the oxygen your increasing weight leaves your wheezing from the exertion. Finally you take your oxygen off - there's no need for a portable tank anymore, you never leave the house, and the hose from your concentrator won't travel that far - and you make your way to the door. Slowly. Your left foot and arms slowly pushing the wheelchair. Your right foot is propped on the footrest, moving that leg hurts because of the swollen lymphodema, and anyway, diabetic neuropathy has left that foot almost numb. You make it to the door. It's only about 30 feet from your bed, but you're exhausted. After all your entire world is this room, going to the door is like going for the moon. You wait, thinking about the delivery. Your breath comes in wheezes, your fat belly sags over your legs, your chest hurts from the exertion. Finally the doorbell rings. You open the door. The young, fit delivery driver takes a step back, his eyes widening. You stopped bothering with pants almost a year ago, and you forgot about it. It doesn't matter, your fatpad as swallowed your penis. The embaressment makes your buried cock stir. Is this an erect? It's been a while since you've had one. The delivery driver brings the food it, leaves it on the table, and scoots. You drag your body in it's wheelchair over to the table. You're thirsty, you crack open the regular two liter of pepsi and take a sip. You open the box and start to eat, forgetting about the driver, the pain, the breathlessness. The only thing that matters is your food. The only noise in the house is the mindless daytime TV, your eating, and the fat sounding wheezing of your breathing.

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