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Getting biiiiiig

I ate 28 fucking tacos… wtf how do I keep eating fucking more of them. I felt like I was capped at 27 last week and this week I just ask for even more. Even more on top of an already insane amount of tacos 😩

You would not believe how distended my belly looked in that booth, bulging out and under the table. It’s crazy that I can sit down with my stomach not under it, but by the time I finish my massive tacos meals my gut is literally bulging out underneath the table. There’s no hiding it where I’m shoveling all those things down 🥵

I also walked around an arcade for a bit after, cause it helps to digest all that fucking food. But I think I looked like I had a fat gut after the tacos. It just sticks out so far in front of me once I’m done pigging out 😮‍💨

Fuck I’m actually a little nervous I’m gonna hit 30. Like I can’t really do that right? Like 30 fucking tacos in one meal? All stuffed in my fat tank gut at one time?? Like that’s not gonna happen right? Look at the size of them, 30 of those?! Can a fat gut even hold that many? Plus my gluttonous porker appetite makes this a 1 dollar taco night and STILL spending over 30 fucking dollars minimum there. Even with a cheap food deals I just ramp it to up to make it the cost of 1 normal meal still 😩

At least I still have to hit 29 (and hope that I seriously get too jam packed to be hog and blow through it to 30) so maybe I won’t end up gorging on an obscene amount of tacos to concerning degree.

I seriously feel massive after that too, my sides are bulging out more than they ever have and my gut sounds completely different when I slap it. I can feel myself ballooning up from all this nonstop gorging. 🥵

All because I can’t fucking stop myself from porking out. These food deals just brag about how much food you can get but they don’t realize I have to try really hard to turn that hose off once it’s on. I’ll just keep wanting more and more and more and just fuck keep that food coming nonstop until I’m beached and can’t breathe properly.

I need to just keep being served and pushed on me to keep eating until I’m literally begging for it to stop. That’s the only way I’m gonna learn my lesson, the only way I’ll possibly learn that I can’t just say I want more forever. I need to finally just blab how I’m too full and too stuffed to go on, just to have more dinner shoved right in my fat mouth anyways. I need to be made to regret ever wanting to be that gluttonous. Only so I can end up doing it again next time 😩

There have been a few, increasing in severity, on my path to unfit morbid obesity.

1) First time in college I outgrew a pair of pants and had to go buy new ones. Sucking it in wasn't enough and it was too uncomfortable to continue wearing what I had.

2) First time I experienced chaffing, was walking around a festival and my thighs were rubbing together all day.

3) Trying to go for a run and realizing I just couldn't do it anymore, it hurt my knees and feet too much. I only made it a few yards down the street. I walked home and threw those running shoes away and called the gym and quit. I guess that was the day I fully committed to becoming morbidly obese.

4) Outgrowing another pair of pants to find out they didn't carry what I needed in store, I'm too fat for what they carry in the store.

5) Being unable to reach my shoes and tie them from a seated position, having to learn to put my foot over my knee and tie them sideways.

6) Going to the doctor for a cold and having her scold me for being obese (not yet morbid). She was really stern about it.

7) Having the dentist tell me she almost didn't recognize me and asking if I had been snacking a lot and eating a lot of sweets, because it looks like I've put on a lot of weight. She was the one that recommended I get CPAP because she could tell I was snoring and open mouth breathing from my teeth somehow. I remember her grabbing my double chin and telling me all the extra weight on my neck was causing my throat to narrow and me to snore. Never been so turned in a medical setting before or since.

8) Going to my CPAP appointment and seeing that all the seats in the presentation room for how to use the equipment were these huge double wide seats and I kinda realized... oh wow these seats are for people like ME. Then 20 other fatties trickled in to get fitted for CPAP and I realized I was one of them, awesome feeling.