angel 🍦

Your pants, they're starting to dig in. Hips spreading, waist thickening. They didn't used to do that. But they do now. Because you've turned into a proper fatass.

It's not just your clothes that are a reminder of how far you've let yourself go. It's your body. Everytime you sit, that belly settles heavier into your lap, protruding out further. Taking up more space than it did before.

Every laboured step you take, you can feel the effects of your gluttonous tendencies, the plush pounds, wobbling everywhere, reminding of all of your hard work.

You can't get enough. You want more. You need more. When you play with your belly wouldn't it feel better if there was just more? More to squeeze, grab and fondle. You'd love that, wouldn't you?

You never used to be like this. But now, all you can think about is more. You're addicted to fullness. Obsessed with the pleasure that comes from stuffing yourself silly. If you're not eating, you're thinking about what you're going to eat next...

You've surrendered to your own appetite. The softness swallowing up any discipline you had left. Engulfing your body in layers of lard.

Stuffed is my factory default, which begs the question…

stuffing him till he looks like me 😵‍💫

I ate 28 fucking tacos… wtf how do I keep eating fucking more of them. I felt like I was capped at 27 last week and this week I just ask for even more. Even more on top of an already insane amount of tacos 😩

You would not believe how distended my belly looked in that booth, bulging out and under the table. It’s crazy that I can sit down with my stomach not under it, but by the time I finish my massive tacos meals my gut is literally bulging out underneath the table. There’s no hiding it where I’m shoveling all those things down 🥵

I also walked around an arcade for a bit after, cause it helps to digest all that fucking food. But I think I looked like I had a fat gut after the tacos. It just sticks out so far in front of me once I’m done pigging out 😮‍💨

Fuck I’m actually a little nervous I’m gonna hit 30. Like I can’t really do that right? Like 30 fucking tacos in one meal? All stuffed in my fat tank gut at one time?? Like that’s not gonna happen right? Look at the size of them, 30 of those?! Can a fat gut even hold that many? Plus my gluttonous porker appetite makes this a 1 dollar taco night and STILL spending over 30 fucking dollars minimum there. Even with a cheap food deals I just ramp it to up to make it the cost of 1 normal meal still 😩

At least I still have to hit 29 (and hope that I seriously get too jam packed to be hog and blow through it to 30) so maybe I won’t end up gorging on an obscene amount of tacos to concerning degree.

I seriously feel massive after that too, my sides are bulging out more than they ever have and my gut sounds completely different when I slap it. I can feel myself ballooning up from all this nonstop gorging. 🥵

All because I can’t fucking stop myself from porking out. These food deals just brag about how much food you can get but they don’t realize I have to try really hard to turn that hose off once it’s on. I’ll just keep wanting more and more and more and just fuck keep that food coming nonstop until I’m beached and can’t breathe properly.

I need to just keep being served and pushed on me to keep eating until I’m literally begging for it to stop. That’s the only way I’m gonna learn my lesson, the only way I’ll possibly learn that I can’t just say I want more forever. I need to finally just blab how I’m too full and too stuffed to go on, just to have more dinner shoved right in my fat mouth anyways. I need to be made to regret ever wanting to be that gluttonous. Only so I can end up doing it again next time 😩