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Are you the heaviest among the people you know? If not, why not? 

The excitement you get from being the fattest friend; the fattest family member; the fattest coworker is all too powerful. 

When your friends meet at a restaurant and you have to be conscious about armrests on chairs or the tightness of booths. When they want to go shopping and you have to keep a constant eye for benches on which you can rest. 

When you’re constantly the one arriving to work in ill-fitting dress clothes — not quite able to close that top button of your collared shirt around your fat, thick neck.

At a family reunion, when you are 100 pounds heavier than the last time everyone saw you — and all they can think is “that poor thing…”

For many of us, this lifestyle was an accident.

Maybe we used to be a smidge overweight, but that never stopped us from living a normal life. Sure, we were a bit slower than the others, but we still played sports, went on hikes, walked around shopping malls.

But eventually, a smidge overweight turned into decidedly overweight. Then, obese. Or even morbidly obese.

As the weight slowly piled on, many of us began to draw back in the more active aspects of our lives. Food was just … too reliable. Too enjoyable. Too addicting.

For most, the next logical step was to lose weight; to regain that life of old. But for us? No. The next step was submitting to a life of gluttony and hedonism. A life which, once you reach a certain point, is impossible to escape.

So… I was having lunch yesterday in a good Italian restaurant here in my city. And in the table close to mine, possibly were a son and a father, both in nice suits, choosing what to eat. What caught my attention was the size of the father, a big heavy framed guy, and the starting softness of the son.

They both had quite a heavy and delicious Italian lunch, with pasta as first dish, and both had some seconds; as far as I could see, both had meat with potatoes and some creamy stracchino cheese salsa.

My only thought was… How soon would that son become bigger than the father… 

(by Ephemere)

You’re not the fancy executive with your trendy watches and your expensive suits. Or the business men, so powerful, doing big deals or big trades.

I’ve been watching you… watching you over the time…

When I first saw you, you were so proud of your physique … in so good shape… so naïve, almost arrogant …

But then, the dark side of your soul appeared… Not that you wanted, and possibly, you didn’t even liked it at first. But something inside of you changed… something deep inside was crawling to come to the surface… trying to merge and show you something new; something that you never dared to face… something you were trying to keep buried there down in the dark, and far away from yourself, or the light of the day.

And one day that thing came to the surface… and nothing else will be the same… First you struggled, you fought… But your will wasn’t strong enough… and all your athletic years were gone to the past…

That will to resist became an irresistible call to gluttony… something deep inside changed; and you became so greedy.

You always knew that one day that would happen… This could not be kept under your control. Like an asleep animal, one day it would woke up and take control… and it did.

Then your true face was showed.

Your body wanted more, wanted all. And you provided all… With some excuses, social ones, obviously… you enjoyed every meal, and every dinner… once, twice… Indulgence… Gluttony… excess…

Your overloaded body started to react… All that greediness was taking over your control… and you started to expand… First your flat stomach started to gain a layer of fat; then that layer of fat grew to a expanded form, and then to a glorious belly. All your body became softer, bigger… wider… oh… your chest, your back, and even your ass… and then … your face… Your new appetite was insatiable… You could not control it…

Your poor clothes could not content your expanding waist anymore… oh your fancy shirts, and elegant suits… They stretched and protested inside your hungry body. But you were too addicted to that feeling… Oh yes… the feeling of being completely filled by food, your expanded belly, stretched to an orb… so heavy… compressing all your intern parties, and making you feel so sexy… so much pleasure…

And that became a habit… and that fit lean male body expanded to a big, heavy, fat frame, and your true self was announced… a greedy man … a victim of heavy gluttony.

While others would avoid a heavy stuffing dinner late at night; you you would praise it, knowing that all that food would soon be turned to fat inside your greedy body. Almost obscene the feeling of knowing that the creamy, decadent chocolate cake would expand your forms a little bit more… all that nights of celebration and all that feast, would make your body grows little by little.

But you also did it all by yourself, and all by your will… And then you realized you liked that. You were free to be who you wanted to be, who you were designated to be: a fat man. Yes… a big fat, heavy, overfed man… and once you accept your nature, you won’t be bothered anymore with social standards, with family comments… cause you know… this is what you are… this is what you want… and your body is your temple.