Creature of the Night

Might have underestimated how much I had let myself go even before I knowingly started overeating a couple weeks ago. Weighed myself, apparently I'm obese now. I don't think 180lbs should be obese? To be fair, I am short. But I barely have a belly? If I were to look at myself and guess, I'd say I'm barely overweight. I got visibly chubby over the past few weeks. But obese? For that I'll need to work a lot harder. I need to empirically test at what weight I'll start to look and feel actually obese. Purely for science, no other reason. Of course.

I should probably change my username soon, since I doubt I'll be a twink for much longer with how I've been eating lately

I'm stuffed to the point where it's hard to breathe. I might be getting way too much into this whole gluttony thing.

I have to admit, I've started indulging a bit lately (not intending on weight gain, but well-) and I'm noticing a bit of a belly growing. Now, do I mind it? Do I want to keep going? I like contrast, sure, but I can always be a chubby, maybe even a fat feeder with an enormous land whale feedee (would I mind being the larger one myself?? not sure yet). I do think that now that I'm in my late 20s my metabolism might be slowing down. It's definitely easier to gain weight once I start having fun with food.

Attractiveness-centered reality show (like Love Island or Too Hot To Handle) but it's all fat people. That's it, that's the post.

I can't think straight when I see my piggy eating. When she jiggles her belly mid-bite, when she licks her short, plump fingers. And she's a brat, she likes to tease me about how uncontrollable my desire is. Oh, she's right, she's so right. But it's not like she has any control herself. She will continue putting on more lard until she feels trapped under her weight, but she won't be able to stop. And I will continue enabling her cause how could I refuse to bring my love another cake? Another burger? She loves it so much, she can't live without them. And with them, she won't live much longer.

After all, I might be living in Victorian England cause I'm shrinking like a tuberculose poet. Stress, poor appetite, chronic illness. But at least that aids the contrast between me and my beautiful piggy.

I have a thing for pathetic obese nerdy boys. He's convinced he's not handsome enough to be wanted for his juicy body, he's shy and inexperienced cause most people are too oblivious to notice his charm, bonus points if he's a virgin. Additional bonus points if his dick is tiny, or even better engulfed by fat. Such a boy makes for a perfect plaything, he will squeal cutely when touched in any way at all cause he's been awfully neglected. He's sensitive, needy, impressionable and easily embarrassed. He thinks you're too hot to possibly want him, after all he's been called a neckbeard before, he'll never be truly desirable, or so he thinks. The best sub, I swear to god. And all that fat on him, delicious.