Fatty?

This is so ominous but so true, everything said is true I’m just too scared to admit it.

I can’t be the only one who’s addicted to fat, right? There’s just something so deliciously indulgent about it, the way it slowly creeps up on you, the way it jiggles and is able to be squeezed. The thought that an each feast will contribute to more blubber, an added bonus to doing something that everyone loves to do, eat. The day after pigging out still feeling the after effects, rubbing your hands across your body, poking and prodding your bloated fat, squeezing and watching it jiggle. Realizing how your body never used to be so sensitive, how each slight touch sends pleasure throughout your growing body, slowly rewiring your brain to love the sensation, to crave it, to want more. Before you even realize it, your pants are off, and you are craving for release. Your thoughts clouded by food and the need to be bigger. You start getting hungry at the thought, since you know the release will be even better when you are so bloated you can hardly catch your breath and barely move without your bulging belly almost in pain from food. Then before you know it you finish and it’s the best you’ve ever felt, that’s the cycle, the inescapable trap you entered, you want that feeling every second of the day, so the first thing is to get another feast to do it all over again.

is there a better feeling than stuffing yourself? Everything that’s involved in it, the scrolling of the food delivery apps to find which place makes your mouth water. To then look at the menu and get more food than you think you can handle just to push yourself to the limit. The anticipation of your feast arriving, while you snack on whatever you can to keep you going until it arrives. Then the sheepish look you give to the driver, certain in your mind that they know it’s all for you. Parking yourself on the couch or a chair to get started. The first 5 minutes is the best as you ravenously devour everything in front of you as fast as you can before your belly starts to feel full. That’s when the fun really starts, feeling your belly tighten and spill out over your thighs. Knowing in your heart that it’s not enough yet and you’ve got to keep going. The heat rising between your legs throughout your entire body until you feel blanketed by it. That’s when you know you are getting close, just a few more bites until you can barely swallow and barely catch your breath. This is the feeling you’d been chasing the one that leaves you a horny mess desperate for release. Without even noticing all the food is gone and you are left there with a tight and round belly, reaching around it to get that euphoric bliss of release.

I want to feel that overstuffed over engorged euphoric feeling. I want to already be fat so my gut can spill out on my bed while I recover. The slightest movement sending sharp pains through my body, stuck lying on my side with a pack dome of a gut spilling out. While I’d be laying there I’d be thinking, how could I have done this, how could I of let this happen. This thoughts drowned out by the feelings of ecstasy coursing throughout my body, all the junk packed inside me making me full, warm and dulled. This would become a more common and common occurrence for me until one day I’d realize I can’t sleep without a painfully large stuffing, I would of had been trained to eat and act like a hog, despite that I would love every second.

Imagining a feeder who actively makes sure you don’t realize you’ve gotten massively fat. They size up your clothes without you ever noticing, never make comments about how big you are but how small you are. Lying about how there should be faster results, telling you that you should eat more followed by a painful stuffing. When you scroll places like tumblr admiring fellow gainers, seeing how big some people have made themselves, you start to realize how you look bigger than them. Your gut hangs lower, your thighs explode out of any pants and stretch marks cover your bugling belly. You tell your feeder this and they say how people always look smaller online, that you still have a long way to go to be as big as the fatties you once dreamt of becoming. All the while knowing that they had made you far bigger long ago and the only way to keep you going is to get you to a point where turning back is no longer an option.

How bad is this on a scale of 1 to 10.