Starter belly

No. So I’m friends with artists, real artists not ai artists, whose work has been scraped and used without their consent to build ai image generators. The ai generated crap you’re calling “art” is built on the stolen labor of artists who put in the time and effort to actually improve in their craft, people who have put their souls and life and experience into their work. The same people who have devalued artists’ work to the point that it’s vanishingly rare to meet people who live on their art alone, are now stealing it so that myopic chuds like you can make a picture of the Statue of Liberty with her navel in the wrong place. It’s not a tool for artists, it is a tool for billionaires to cut artists out of their own industry, and you’re helping them.

Ai art is theft, it’s killing the fucking planet, and you’re clapping your hands like a child at a magic show for it. Talk to any of the artists you repost and ask how they feel about ai “artists” comparing what they do to what an actual illustrator does, or how they feel about their work getting fed into a grinder without so much as a credit, let alone proper payment.

Fuck ai, and fuck anyone who uses it.

oh please don't tempt me... we all know how that goes 😂😂 I mean, this thing is already touching the bed 🥴

God, I can't believe I used to be skinny 😂

I popped those pants already …

However, we both know that it does not. At all, in the least. In fact, I would have been surprised if this wasn’t the fact of your current situation.

See, you’re more and more aware of your downfall with us, here. But I’m sure there is still that public presenting part of yourself that is still in denial. You have that little bit left that thinks “I’m not that fat…” you trail off, eating your third dinner.

It’s laughable. You are that fat. You are undeniably that fucking fattened. Look at your fucking wardrobe! Look at all the rolls and stretch marks. You are ballooning. You are getting these huge orders and masking that it’s not just for you. That should tell you everything!

Maybe it’s fun for you? This bit of denial? I’m not sure. It kind of entertains me but I also want to see what happens when you finish admitting it. When you finally come to terms with what a greedy sow you’ve become.

Is there another level of unhinged hedonism left to unlock in you? Is there some full form of depravity that comes out? I don’t know. I’m certainly waiting. It’s like the ultimate loot crate.

Either way, you can try to deny it all you want but I know you feel that heavy gut in your lap. I know you can sense how wide and heavy you keep getting. You have to carry every calorie on your fattening frame. Every lustful, sinful, gluttony filled moment rests on your fattening body. Your double chins shivering, fat cheeks puffed out as you cram more grease into your mouth. Thick thighs juggling as you wiggle widened hips in delight from the fat, grease, and salt.

As always, you are a far gone greedy girl who will stop at nothing for the next binge and continue to pack on the lard while being clueless and cute.

Eat up, fatty.

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I like and appreciate the anthropological bent you have taken here. “What will she do next? How deep does all this go? The evidence suggests…” This just made me grin. As a reward and affirmation for that, here’s a comparison I made. Five-ish years ago versus yesterday. After I’d pounded back late afternoon McDonald’s for an hour in my car because I wasn’t doing what my feeder asked me to so he said I couldn’t leave the parking lot until I’d finished $25 worth of it. Yes, readers, I finished it all. And could’ve had more. Maybe I’m in denial. But I’m not THAT big… right?