Soft Delicious Comfort

In no way do our diets at all meet our nutritional needs, but you’d never tell by looking at our poor swollen bellies. THEY’RE HUGE! We eat their nutritionless slop until our stomachs spill onto our thighs. The thighs fatten into thick drumsticks while our assess grow to cushion for the hours we now spend sitting and eating, and our boobs inflate, themselves resting on our stomachs as our stomachs do our thighs, turning our bodies into a spire of ever softening meat. And yet, in spite of how huge our eating is making us, not a bite ever serves to nourish your body. It’s because they look at us like cattle. You’d never feed a cow your most expensive nourishing food, it’s a waste of money on beings who really just eat to be fattened. In the same vein we’re fed to be fattened, they don’t care if we stay healthy, they just need us to keep eating so our stomachs to be as wide as possible, their perfect eaters who consume the cheapest addicting crap they can piece together. Their goal isn’t a healthy temperate society, but one that’s been softened by the comforts of modern food and who’ll remain docile in the face of their present fattening.

We eat greasy fattening slop all day and I know its ruining our bodies and we should do something about it… but the bellies are kinda cute so maybe we should eat a lil more?..

Everytime I hear soda described as nutrionless sugar water that just makes you fatter I feel almost ashamed of finding that kinda hot. I love knowing that most of America includes a bottle of pure fattening sugar in their daily diet.

Diet ads that attempt to shame your for eating so much junk food have the opposite effect because it really drills into me how much of a pig I am to eat literal slop all day.

Its not even the second month and I’m already eating fast food daily, eating entire large pizzas for dinner, and chugging soda like its water.

It is precisely what I want to do. So hedonistic that the constant need for gratification rots my mind away. Every bite of fattening junk food, every hour sitting behind a screen, every time I masturbate. All rotting away my poor mind as I fatten and flood it with dopamine.

Just seeing how covered in fat some people are is almost mind blowing. Some of these people have gained hundreds of pounds and may as well be better described as a ball of fat rather than a person. Its almost impressive, seeing these people eat themselves to a level of obesity that should be naturally unattainable. Actual beached whales that have dedicated their life to eating. So consumed by gluttony they’ve thrown away everything just so their belly can be stuffed beyond comprehension.

First pics were of a Taco Bell stuffing. I’m still astonished with how easily 2k calories went down. I honestly think I could do a 5k calorie stuffing if I had the money, it’s so addictive and fattening.

It’s so damn easy to get hooked on junk food and when you do you crave it so much. I regularly wish I could be eating more, and if I had the resources I probably would. I’m constantly craving more fast food and honestly wish I could never stop eating, if I weren’t so deep into my fast food bender I’d probably be embarrassed by how much I let fast food companies capture me.

The idea of giving in to all of your impulses and growing fatter as a consequence of convenience sounds so dreamy. I think it’s part of why I think I like fast food so much, because to me it represents modern hedonism in our diets. It’s completely unfilling and unhealthy, but we keep eating it anyway because the pleasure of eating that processed goodness is too much to resist. The dream would be to always have fast food by my side, the second a hint of hunger strikes more food is fed into my swollen stomach, no time to sit with discomfort or ti be patient, only immediate gratification. The ideal being to become so overfed you forget what being hungry even felt like.

Its not just food though, I mean a life of hedonism. As many conveniences afforded and destructive habits formed as possible. Exercise would obviously be limited due to avoiding even a modicum of discomfort from exerting myself. Ideally most of my time would be sat before a screen, either fattening into my gaming chair or scrolling Tik Toks in bed. A life of no responsibilities or worries where I waste my time being constantly entertained and fattened. It’s nice how every indulgent habit and convenience in modern life all just so happen to contribute to making you fatter. You can just submit to each of your whims and it won’t be long until your clothes can’t fit. Not only would being inevitability fattened to obesity be so nice, but a life of constant entertainment without worry or stress doesn’t sound too bad either ~~