Gotta get HUGE!

300lbs is undeniably fat - you're not chubby or thick or husky. You're fat. You either like it, or are ambivalent enough it doesn't scare you the way it would other people. You can still participate in society, mostly, but the world doesn't have to stop to accommodate you.

+400lbs is definitely eyebrow raising for society. It's being unable to clothes shop at even Walmart. Its forcing you to slow down, forcing you out of normal society because you simply do not fit. It's modifying your habits, changing to more sedentary hobbies. It's having to take up 2 seats on a packed flight, impacting a strangers life when they find that plane full. But instead of letting all that mortification spark change, no, something pleasurable coils in your belly and whispers "its not that bad yet"

500lbs?

Thats a level of obesity you're not ready for. Trust me, and I barely dipped my toe in that class of obesity.

Simple things that you've taken for granted, things that have remained as your athleticism dwindled, now suddenly seem like Olympian feats. Waddling through a store? Might as well call the ambulance to wait for your inevitable collapse. An incline? No, silly, might as well call it Everest. Standing at the stove to cook? Bold to not have a chair nearby. Clothes for fat people? Ha, you've sized out of specialty stores. Now you need custom clothes. Getting off the couch? Now you gotta plan how many times you can get up and so you make those one or two attempts count by stacking snacks around you.

Once you hit 500lbs, and you ignore that tiny quiet voice saying, "woah, hey, lets slow down" and instead listen to that roaring hunger in your belly...

I want my belly to hang lower. I want more bright red stretch marks all over my body. I want to become more and more addicted to stuffing my belly. I want none of my clothes to it, and my fat to be ripping out of all of my ol clothes. I want to be breaking furniture. I want my belly to jiggle with every step I take. I want to be sweaty and out of breath just from walking or doing the stairs. I want to be wet all day just from looking and touching all my fat. I want my belly to completely touch the bed when I am on all fours. I want 10k calories to be a daily thing and not even begin to fill me up anymore. I want people to judge me when I walk past. I want my friends and family to barely recognise me. I want them to make comments on my gain. I want my double chin to grow bigger. I want to stretch my belly so big, I can barely see that I have a double belly. I want the scale to go up every time I step onto it. I want to be completely focused on getting bigger and bigger each day.

I have such a burning desire to get fatter than I have ever been before. I am gaining so dangerously fast, my body cannot cope anymore.

I was always meant to be fat. This has been my dream for so long and I finally get to live out all my fantasies.

Thank you for feeding me late into the night, making sure that my belly was truly at capacity before allowing me to stop.

Thank you for making it so easy to keep eating, ensuring there is always something to snack on in arms reach.

Thank you for keeping up with my ever increasing appetite, and for making certain that my portions are big enough to be filling, even as I become utterly insatiable.

Thank you for helping me find new shirts after I outgrew my old ones.

Thank you for stuffing me so much that I popped a button off of said new shirt.

Thank you for helping me get unstuck from that armchair, and then helping me to my feet when I was far too full to do it myself.

Thank you for making the act of overeating so pleasurable, and for helping me reach myself now I've grown too fat to do so.

Thank you for helping waddle from place to place, and providing support and rests when needed.

Thank you for making every pound gained feel more amazing and affirming than the last, and making sure that I never, ever have to regret becoming so enormous.

You want to be fat?

Then do it.

Succumb to your gluttony.

There's nothing stopping you but other people's opinions.

If you are brave enough, their opinions won't matter, and never will.

Eat to your heart's content.

Grow out of your clothes.

Become too fat to even fit in non-custom clothing.

Embrace the struggle: the effort of stairs, of waddling, of squeezing through doorways.

Be proud of what a fat man you are.

Make people uncomfortable: touch and jiggle your breasts and belly in public.

Go out to eat, filling two chairs with your huge rear.

Order the full menu.

Don't be discouraged by the stares.

Belch loudly.

Express how hungry you are, despite eating enough food for a family of 10.

Be a true, gluttonous, fat man.

I'll shower you with attention.

You'll feel pride at how fat you are getting. Hundreds of pounds appear on your frame through the years... you become immobile.

But you love every second.

You love every pound.

You want to become even more impossibly heavy... an entry in the Guinness Book of World Records.

You make it a goal... 1400lbs.

Is it possible?

Well, you're going to find out. And, no matter the effort, you'll work your way to that world record.

My impossibly fat piggy. ♡