Had some fun with a big container of ice cream

He’s been grinding all night again. Slumped in that creaking gamer chair,  room only lit by the flickering glow of a 65 inch screen, controller glued to one greasy hand, the other digging deeper in a pile of greasy bags. Empty drink cans piled up on the table, chip bags crumpled around his feet, and everywhere else, pizza boxes stacked high. The room of a semi permanent shut in.

His belly dominates his view from the chair. A heavy, doughy mound spilling over sweatpants he hasn’t seen in months. He’s shoveling burgers in, one handed, the condiments spilling onto his bare chest. His shirt was abandoned hours ago. Maybe days ago? It’s easy to lose track of time.

Stretch marks glow faintly in the bath of blue light, just like an in game compass. In reality they’re more of a marker of every “one more game” promise that turned into birds chirping at dawn.

He’s packed so much lard onto his body that the chair endlessly groans under him as he shifts slightly. His thighs are spread wide to make room for the wobbling heft, and still touching. His doubles chins bulge against his growing chest while he queues another match and reaches for more. When his hand is free, it keeps drifting down. He used to be half this size but he can’t stop… It feels too fucking good. A low, stoned moan slips out between mouthfuls.

He tells himself half heartedly he’ll quit tomorrow. 

But tomorrow he’ll spark up again, order more food to his door, and sink deeper into the chair that’s molded to his widening ass. The loading screen spins. His gut growls. He takes just long enough to shove another handful of food in his mouth, chewing loud enough to pick up on proximity chat.

K/D ratio doesn’t matter when respawns are another excuse to gorge. Every match ends with him heavier, softer, hornier, worse. He’s not quitting. He’s far too deep into the lifestyle of a bloated, brain fried, gamer pig.

Gut out. Brain off. Game on.

I love being obese, I love how it makes me feel weak. I love how submissive it makes me.