Bellylover

Tried on some old size large running shorts today that I haven’t worn in ages 🥵

I’m surprised I even got them over my thighs. It was painful forcing them up. And I’m annoyed that I could still get them on at all… even though I could barely peel them off again afterwards.

I want to be so much fatter than this. I’m fucking starving for it. I want my 44s to fit like these do. I want to be outgrowing everything. Just make me too fat for clothes.

It was only a matter of time until the extra weight started reaching your face, too.

It starts with softer, rounder cheeks. Then some fullness around your chin, widening out your visage to match the rest of your doughy body. It's a fitting addition, since that lonely single chin of yours was the sole harsh, angular feature left across your swelling body. Fitting that it, too, would get a nice plump roll of fat to cushion and subsume it.

It's a little extra roundness at first. Then it's a pillowy crease under your chin, joined shortly by a crease at your neck. A strap of fat where your cheeks seem to melt into your neck entirely, your whole face framed by a ring of dough.

Maybe you don't notice it all the time, convince yourself it's not there. Only when you look down and feel the extra fat squishing into your neck. Or when you turn to the side and feel the flab bunching up on itself. When you chew and feel it moving. The occasional wobble when you take a heavy step.

Could it be that your body is trying to give you a sign?

Puffing up a flabby little barrier to put a little resistance up against all that eating?

Or maybe its there to make you even lazier. To hold up that heavy head, to make one part of chewing easier as the flab pushes at your jaw. Rewarding all your fattening with extra support for your essential, calorie-obsessed mouth.

Seeing the changes in your heavier body was one thing, but the double chin completely alters your face. Inflating your very identity, unmistakably.

There's no hiding this in photos with creative angles, no deluding yourself into thinking that the few people who hold eye contact and don't visibly gawk at your body's size can't tell how greedy you've been.

There's no point in working against it by trying to hold you chin up or crane your neck. Just settle into it. Let your face droop into the warm embrace of your double chin. Let it catch any dribbles of food that escape your mouth. Let your hands cup and wobble it like you do every other roll of fat ballooning out of you.

Thank your double chin for making your fat face catch up with the rest of your body, for making sure that every time you see yourself you're reminded how much of a glutton you've been and that you're right to keep gorging away. You look like someone who eats like that now, don't you?

Maybe the best way to express your gratitude to your double chin is to eat your way into a triple, give it a friend and a supportive cushion of its own.

2 big bowls of ice cream after a day of fast food is the perfect way to end the night. Do I look any fatter?

You're fat now. Everyone knows that you're fat.

Maybe you could play off the first few pounds as an accident. Weight fluctuates, everyone knows that.

But an unwavering gain like yours? Your weight climbing pound after pound, month after month, every inch of you softening and rounding out as you ate and ate and ate yourself from chunky to chubby to fat. That paints a different picture. People tend to notice that much weight in such a short time.

Still, you could've settled into your fatness. Just been someone who "enjoyed eating" a little too much. Blamed your metabolism, chalked the pounds up to stress or work. These things happen, everyone knows that.

But you just couldn't help yourself, could you? Not when there was food around. You order more than everyone when you go out, you take a second helping at every meal. The way you eat, it doesn't exactly go unnoticed.

Somewhere along the line, everyone just decided you were a Fat Person now.

Maybe you've always been bigger, maybe this was a real surprise, but now you've been permanently classified with the irrevocable, extra-large label of fat. Showing up heavier than your last visit doesn't draw as many comments. Extra food finds its way to your plate.

Still, you can feel eyes on you when you eat. You're somewhere between a cautionary tale about what can happen if one doesn't exert total discipline over their appetites and a lost cause; a complete casualty to gluttony. You're not going to lose weight at this point, everyone knows that.

Do you think everyone can tell that all this weight wasn't exactly an accident?

That you've been regularly stuffing yourself to the point of breathlessness, gawking and grabbing at every softening inch of your body as the number on the scale grows and grows.

The countless moments you've spent with your hands on your plush belly, feeling it growing heavy and round as all the extra calories started to stick and mold this fattened, truer version of yourself. This greedy, outward manifestation of your hunger for more made unmistakable for everyone to see.

You're not fooling anyone. You're not hiding all that weight.

Tbh, it's hard to tell if she is pushing me further to gain or if she's just adapting to my growing appetite. She's an enabler just as much as a feeder. Leaving out snacks so I spot them, getting me 'extra' when ordering food, and getting me to help her with her portions so she doesn't overeat and ruin her diet. Only time she's a feeder is when I cant eat anymore and that sweet little emabler gets a little more domineering. "You can fit some more in there" and "cmon for me, please" and her most used phrase "you don't want me to get fat again do you?" But after I'm stuffed to the max, the sweet little enabler comes back, and she's almost apologetic for how much she made me eat. That's when I know she's pushed me too hard, and I must look like I'm about to pop! So i guess yeah, she is getting more intense with stuffings.

And above all, you inspire me artistically; I would love to be able to use your photos as a reference for drawing. You have something special.

Me, an inspiration? Honestly, this is such an awesome ask, I'm kinda speechless. And I can't think of any goal that's bigger than having your own FA art. Id be flattered.

I kinda feel like I should be way fatter for they sort of thing, though...

** rolls out of bed and looks down **

Time to belly up, buddy. You've got a big day ahead of you. You need to be marketed as FA material.

Dieting!

I know it's not what people want to hear from someone who's actively trying to gain weight. But for a reason or another, I had tried to diet and failed miserably, and each time I tried, I failed worse than before and gained more back in the process. The fact that every time I seriously try to diet, no matter what... I end up pigging out, getting fatter and secretly enjoying the pathetic attempt my hardest effort turns into.