Mangoschub on Mobility:

immobility is hot and all but im more partial to the lardasses that can only take a few steps at a time, the loud shallow breaths with every slow lumberous waddle, the belly swaying back and forth impeding regular movement as they try and cling to their deteriorated mobility. A marathon of movement just get their bloated ass up from the couch to find more calories to binge on.

I wanna be forced to pant around town, tired from barely walking out my front lawn with my awkwardly slow gait, red faced from the lousiest of attempts to do anything on my own. "Does he seriously need help standing up?" they say on the street "I may be fat, but at least I'm not a lardass like him" another man laughs. And all the while I'm gonna be munching on sweets, snacks and whatever my oversized hands can grab at for a quick fill.

I wanna feel the force of my hefty weight drag me down, I wanna know that it was all my fault, I wanna feel myself tire from the simplest movement imaginable. Immobility is cool, but I wanna feel my bad choices constantly. I wanna know in the deepest part of my mind that I did this to myself at every moment I try to do anything.

Feed me until it's downright sad how heavily I breathe from the slightest bit of exercise aka the short walk back to the car from McDonald's.

Relish in how everybody around me is judging how I could possibly have blimped up so huge before the age of 20, knowing you enabled my addiction and made me unshakeably obese.

Get me so heavy I sound downright delusional trying to boss people around, my muscles and endurance caked under a profuse layer of thick fat. So dependent on someone who can actually touch their toes for the simplist of tasks. So dependent it's so easy to answer "Or what fatass" knowing I can't do anything in response.

I am like the most obvious queer person ever basically 😭 my sister used to dress me up in like her cinderella dresses, and my parents basically knew before I did. Even my sister when she learned what the word meant immediately was like "Oh like my brother!".

See this is ironic because I myself did not have any idea what gay was until like... grade 6 and I thought I was straight. It's even more funny when you consider the fact that I was like already aware of the gainer community of that time so I was literally watching obese men play with thier bellies on YouTube but did not put together I was into that like at all 💀 in my mind I remember thinking I don't like them but I wanna be like them.

Sometimes it really does hit me just how far I've let myself go, 2 years ago around this time I believe I was barely 170, I've packed on 70lbs in such a short amount of time. Young men are supposed to be strong, athletic, resilient even, but all I am is soft, lazy, gluttonous and getting worse by the day.

I wrote about this on my grommr right after it happened, but recently, I went to McDonald's with my high school friends and shamelessly ordered two meals in front of everyone. The feeling of their eyes judging me was electrifying and made me feel that much more hungry. One of them said, "Are you actually getting 2 meals?" and I cheerily responded that I was hungry and had a coupon. I loved making a pig out of myself and scarfing down a days worth of calories for a midnight snack while they picked at small fries at best.

Something tells me this isn't exactly fitting the best anymore... but I think we could stretch it further

Have you ever had any hot wardrobe issues that have happened to you?

Wardrobe Malfunction #1

Now I'm around 240lbs so during the past few months I've had an uptick on clothes not being able to keep up with how much junk I've been cramming into my mouth to gain. I have 3 memories I can remember off top my head. I'll just say one for now cause I don't have much writing time.

It happened while I was at a breakfast resteraunt with friends. I was wearing jeans, and they were a little tight, but ive kinda gotten used to it as I've gotten fatter. I ordered like 2 pancakes, 3 sausages, 4 slices of toast, home fries, and a good old milkshake to drink, all in all, a big meal, to say the least. I was up for a display of gluttony. Apparently, I was too deep into calorific heaven to notice my jeans struggling to keep my bloated and growing gut and thighs contained in my jeans. All of a sudden, I feel a pop on my flabby midsection with a feeling of relief as i can feel my belly expand slightly further without constraints. I looked around, and no one else noticed, but I saw my button was now resting on my thigh.

I was mostly average a bit on the skinny side cause I'm tall, but always had pretty chubby thighs cause that's just how my body distributes fat.