#makemeenormous

So here i sit, my stomach stretched out to the glovebox my hips and thighs overflowing onto the centre console. I need to be careful I dont change the gear on the far. Im stuffing my fat face with fries, wobbling like the hospital jello that will await my next adventure…

Im thinking of gaining to over 600 pounds and go on my 600 pound life, only I wont be there to lose weight. The cameras will be there as I get bigger and bigger “despite following dr. now’s plane and exercising.” Theyll weight me month after month and hell shake his head, scold me and warn me about the number on the scale rising higher.

Me well over 600 pounds attempting to waddle through the single door of the convince store where we buy my usual snacks.

I can barely fit though the door, but that doesn’t stop my fat ass from grabbing a basket and starting to fill it with snacks. Im breathing heavily, my face red and my chins are wobbling by the time I make it to the ice cream section.

My weakness. There is a huge display taking up a large portion of the aisle. Will i fit through to reach my sweet treat?? The four steps are even heavier as my basket is overflowing. I cant fit. Im too fat to fit through.

I end up wedging my cellulite laden hips and enormous stomach between the shelves and the display. You come up behind me and whisper.

Im just about to grab the ice cream when someone takes a picture of me. “Look at this enormous whale! Can barely fit in the store and cant stop stuffing their face!”

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I cant deny that Ive continued to rapidly balloon I’ve the past 10 months. Some days I feel like im about to explode because I’ve stuffed my fat face so much.

I used to struggle my way off my loveseat sized chair but now I have no choice but to have help. My hips have stretched out stomach is hanging lower than usual. I love my custom made love seat chair but its been becoming rather snug lately.

I know last Christmas my girlfriend and i discussed the idea of me gaining to 700 pounds. I was already an enormously overweight 642 pounds. Ill never forget that Christmas…i was stuffed into a too small Mrs Claus themed mummu when she took me to the junk yard to be weighed. I couldnt believe the number when I saw it.

I remember when I thought I was going to end up staying between 500-525…And the last time I was nearly 150 pounds bigger than Id ever thought Id be. And back last Christmas when they weighed me could no longer fit my fat ass into my mothers little car. They had no choice but to take me in the van, and I was starting to get too fat for that.

I know I’ve gained weight. My mobility is something that im struggling with. My girlfriend loves my enormous double belly and budding tripple chin. She traces my stretch-marks while feeds me forkfuls of pasta.

Ive been eating like an elephant (no pun intended) over the last year. Im probably close to 700 pounds by now.

The new scale has an 800 pound weight limit. I struggled up onto the enormous platform to hear “Hello. Your weight is 720 pounds.”

My girlfriend whistles and pinches my hip rolls. “Wow Porky! Youve really packed on the pounds since we last weighed you! You really are a big pig!!” She giggles my stomach and chins. She pinches my swollen cheeks, while I breathe heavy with arousal; both by her touch and my enormous size. 720 pounds at 5’7!

“Just imagine how big youll be come next Christmas! With the rest of the Halloween candy, the rest of the heavy autumn treats…thanksgiving…Christmas treats,cookies and cakes….Youre going to pop come New Years Eve!”

Did I really want to continue to get even bigger? I was already well beyond ultra sized and entering the size of requiring my own zip code. I dont know if I can stabilise my current weight…or will my piggish desires cause me to swell even fatter until Im eventually bed bound?

I cant wait until Thanksgiving. My mothers favourite insult is to call me a parade float and now my sisters daughter is old enough to understand the words.

Im seeing her next weekend. We havent seen each other in 3 years and have only sent each other emails. She has no idea that Ive steadily ballooned over the past three and a half years and that im not only over 500 pounds, but 220 pounds bigger….maybe more.

I remember when i first starting gaining weight. Back when I thought my 265 pounds was huge! If my former self can see me now! Im enormous compared to what I used to be!

I remember thinking 500 would be my goal I always wanted to be extremely fat. I finally started to indulge and i quickly put on weight. With the first year alone i put on over 115 pounds. I absolutely exploded that year. I gained heavy in my stomach hips and ass. My neck disappeared under a large roll of fat. My cheeks started to puff out. And I started to waddle.

You call me your great pumpkin as you squeeze me through the front door, teasing me with all the autumn filled sweets youre going to fill me up with. Pumpkin pie. Apple crisp. Butterbeer…cinnamon muffins, chocolate chunk pumpkin cookies.