Blunt to lips, a puff of smoke shortly afterâthis is my second blunt of the day, and I can already tell that Iâm about to get the munchies.
It doesnât help that Iâm already craving some food, but having the munchies on top of that?
Yeahâtime to get some food.
I can always order out, get some takeout butâI want to eat out this time around. I donât know why but stuffing my face in public is such a turn-on for me, ugh.
Thereâs a chinese buffet nearby, maybe Iâll go there âŚ
A year ago, I was this ⌠chubby blonde babe but now Iâve really let myself go. Iâm so much bigger than before, a couple of pounds heavierâI also changed up my hair, went from blonde to black and I got some hot tattoos across my pudgy body.
One on my-now large belly, another on my shoulder, and one on my big meaty thigh.
Some people would be disappointed in themselves for getting to this point.
Iâm so glad Iâm not âsome peopleâ because the truth is â I love being fat.
I love eating food, and getting fatter from it.
Even as Iâm driving to the buffet, I canât help but look down at my belly. I have this simple yet cute dark-green shirt that used to fit me, now it doesnât.
My belly spills out of my âshirtâ like a sore thumb, you might as well call it a crop-top nowâwith the way my shirt is rolled up because of my fat.
I see the stares I get from people in public, they probably think Iâm a pig and theyâre ⌠probably right.
The cool thing about life is that you donât have to care about what people say, like me.
If I wannaâ be a fat bitch, Iâm going to be a fat bitchâno matter what.
Which is what makes me better than the rest.
I donât care what they say about me, Iâm happy and theyâre not.
I even went ahead and asked to be seated in front of the restaurant, that way, whenever people walked inâthey could see me, stuffing my face with the delicious foods.
Fried shrimp, crab legs, chicken and broccoli, ughâyou name it, they have it.
Plate after plate, I downed any and all the food I could get a hold of.
It got so bad that one of the cooks recognized me, as I went back for âŚ
I donât remember, the point isâIâve been going back and forth so much that the cooks have started to recognize me.
Damn right I do, howâs a belly like this supposed to get bigger? By eating food!
Silly cookâasking dumb questions.
I walked back to my booth, a plate full of food in hand and dove right back into it.
I think I found my new favorite buffetâtheir food is just ⌠too good to ever pass up on.
My gut was getting pretty cramped with all the food I ate, it was getting pretty tight but I had just enough space for one more thing, and that was dessert.
Nothing like a slice of an oreo cake to finally end my stuffing.
With each bite, I can feel my belly grow tighter and tighterâthatâs how I know Iâve done a good job.
I wanted to take a few minutes to rest but the waitresses were already on my ass, rushing me to leave.
Iâll never forget the dumbfounded looks on their faces as I left around ⌠ten empty plates for them to pick up.
As I waddled on out, my belly was full-on spilling out, if anyone saw meâthey wouldâve thought I was a pregnant whale with how big I was.
I couldnât even roll down my shirt to hide it, thatâs how big it had gotten.
I sat down in my car, taking a few deep breaths. Fuck, I really overdid itâmy stomach is upset with me but nothing a few belly rubs canât fix.
My own fat digits would prod and massage my bloated belly, trying to get it to calm downâI could feel something bubble up inside my throat âŚ
Ugh, it felt like my burps were just ⌠trapped inside.
I know of something that could help get them out easilyâand that was some soda.
I needed to get some gas anywayâknock two birds with one stone, right?
Even in the gas station, I couldnât escape the comments from strangersâ
Hey, congrats on the pregnancy!
I played along, the cashier seemed to be happy, as they handed me my change and my two liter soda in a bag.
Little did they know, I wasnât pregnantâand I was just ⌠so stuffed from eating at that buffet, that I looked pregnant.
That is ⌠so hot, now that I really think about it.
Being so fat that people just randomly assume you're pregnant, ughâI canât think like this in public.
I need to get home but ⌠not before I take a sip of this soda.
Yâknow the nice thing about some of these gas stations?
The liter soda comes super cold.
I cracked open the Sprite bottle, and placed my lips to the mouth of the bottle.
Oooooh, I could feel the ⌠spiciness of the Sprite as it goes down my throat, my eyes widened and squinting hard shortly after.
Ahhh, that is honestly so much better.
Even though Iâm putting more stuff into my belly, the burps make me feel better. As I drove home, I couldnât help but let them outâor rather, they couldnât stay in.
I wasnât about to keep my burps trapped! Noâthey had to come out.
My biggest challenge came at the form of ⌠stairs.
How am I going to make it up these stairs?
Iâm still so full from the food and the sprite but I needed to get home.
So, I grabbed the railing and pushed myself up.
Top ten hardest things Iâve ever done in life; go up a flight of stairs after a stuffing.
After a few minutes, I finally made it homeâhome, sweet, home.
I hung my purse up, pushed my shoes off and got comfortable.
To me, being comfortable was just ⌠being naked really.
I immediately lied down on my couch, a hum of approval escaped my mouth as I didâI look up but can only see the mountain that is my belly, and my fat breasts spilling outwards.
Today was a productive day for me, got high, ate all the food I could possibly eat and downed it all with a soda and made it home safe and sound.
Life is good, when youâre a fat princess like me.
thank you to @carolinequinnx for allowing me to use them as a muse!
