Imagine waking up one day to find not only is being fat accepted, it’s admired and encouraged. Going to the dining hall and seeing dozens of people with their shirts riding up, people pulling them up on purpose to expose their bellies. Grabbing two, three plates heaped with food and plenty of soda to wash it down with. Stuffing themselves and playing with their fat as they eat, and their friends are rubbing their belly to ease out burps. People trying to one up each other on how much they gained in a period of time.
Then walking through the halls and seeing vending machines everywhere, with 2 liter bottles of soda instead of regular bottles, party size bags of chips, giant cookies, multi packs of candy. Wider doorways, sizes in stores going up to 6x, 7x, 8x. Finding it hard to fathom people being that big, until you see a crowd of them, snacks in hand, in a sweatshirt that is riding up. Big, fat thighs rubbing together, asses jiggling as they walk and talk. Maybe they’re even waddling to make room for their massive guts.
This is everything you’ve ever wanted. An excuse to let go, pig out, wear clothes that are big but are still cute and fashionable. Have people admire your appetite instead of being wary of it, telling you how cute your double chin looks. You take full advantage, immediately pigging our 24/7, snacking constantly, filling up on the sweetest, fattest meals, 4-5 meals a day. The only calorie tracking you’re doing is to make sure you’ll be above 5000 a day. Your friends start applauding your growth, telling you how wide you’re starting to look, how heavy you look. Begging to play with your gut and softening chest. And as your fat is fondled at the table while you’re eating an entire pie, you realize that you’re going to get massive and there’s no longer anything stopping you.
