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what if I knew how much you weighed but kept it a secret from you

I knew how many calories I was pushing down your throat, but you were oblivious to the number

what if I cut out the size tags so you had no idea how much bigger you've gotten

what if I just let you be my docile little pet and you just let me fatten you up as big and soft as I want you

I mean, all I do every day is park my fat ass in front of my computer and game and stuff my face. Most of the time I’m wearing outgrown graphic tees that can’t even cover my gut anymore, guzzling soda or beer and shoveling snacks in my face while my eyes are glued to the screen. I’ve been addicted to World of Warcraft since the beginning, and play a plethora of other games that I’ve sunk hundreds and thousands of hours into. It isn’t uncommon to hear me breathlessly ramble on about lore and mechanics in between greedy bites and loud, belly-shaking belches.

I also work fully from home - I don’t even have to exert myself waddling into an office or squeezing myself into ‘professional’ attire. There are rolls and ridges in my ass fat from how much time I spend sitting, parked like a beached whale in my XL office chair. I’m incredibly sedentary, out of shape, super morbidly obese…and I just keep ballooning because of my habits and my hedonism.

And you’re telling me that's what turns you on? A nerdy fat fuck like me continuing to grow lazier, greedier, fatter?

I think we can both agree that's pretty pathetic. Adorable, though.

You should feed me about it.