I cannot wait to have my enormous, mountains of pure lazy lard build so thick around my core that I’m never lifting my tubby arms again. So morbidly obese that I have to fight just to find the edge of the ocean of fat that has become my body. And yet here I am still eating constantly and taking any meals thrown my way like the true nasty barn yard animal I’m intent on becoming. 🐷🐷🐷🥵🥵🥵

Like, the more you eat, the bigger your stomach expands, the more you can eat in the future.

The more you overeat, the bigger your portions will become, and the more often you'll feel hungry between meals.

The more you snack, the more often your body will 'expect' to be fed.

The more fast/junk food you eat, the more often you'll feel cravings for those foods.

The fatter you grow, the less you'll be able to exercise. You'll be too big, too heavy, too tired to move yourself around. Your arms and belly will get in the way of themselves. Your body will lose its strength and tire out easier, faster. Meaning exercises become shorter, less effective. More daunting.

The fatter you grow, the less you'll WANT to exercise. All those lazy habits will add up, and you'll prefer to do something sedentary instead. The less you exercise, the easier your body will grow fatter, and the harder it will be to lose weight.

It's like... Once you start gaining weight, your body sets off a snowball effect to become even larger, even faster, and... and...

When the feeder can no longer control themselves around all the delicious food they feed their feedee and start blowing up themselves.

When the feeder doesn’t realize about their increased snacking habits until their clothes start shrinking on their own, softer body.

When the feeder finally admits to themselves that they love the sensation of stuffing their belly until it’s too hard to breathe.