FatBellyBoy

(It was snug by the way)

Not me scrolling though tumblr, seeing fat post after fat post and then getting up to get some cake. I don't think there is any going back for me.

It's my birthday. I really wish I had someone to force me to eat a cake..

If this post gets one like I'll be a fat pig for new years.

The need to go to a feeders place for the weekend or week. And as I get ready to leave she blocks the door. She tells me I'm not leaving.. Not until I'm fat enough. She would chain me to the bed with only enough length to get to the fridge and washroom. When the moment finally comes where she says the words "You're free to go" and unlocks my chain, I'd waddle to the door only to find out "I'm trapped". I've become far to fat to even hope of getting though that door I once walked into. I turn with dread on my face and tears in my eyes only for her to say "You can't fit? I guess we might as well keep going!". I feel my heart sink as I now know that my weight has become my new chains.

The NEED I'm having right now to be fattened like a pig is so strong.. Just make me to fat to work. Only job is to get fatter.

A part of me wants to stop. Scared even. But I know that there is no turning back for me. I'm going to keep eating and drinking whatever I want. I just don't care to stop. And in turn I'm sure I'm just going to continue to get fatter and fatter.

It's Thanksgiving here in Canada. To stuff or not to stuff? What do you think? :P