Gods, to fall into your hands and have my heart popped by you would be astounding 🥵 34 genderfluid 6’4” 250lbs currently.
Oh, you'd love it wouldn't you? The feeling of constantly being packed full with food still in front of you. Your breathing shallow as the weight of all those late night binge sessions and poor decisions sit heavily as a gargantuan gut, round and blushing as it struggles to digest. You're uncomfortable but that's part of it, isn't it piggy? To be so overfed you can't leave the bed, hell sitting up requires a wench and another person. Then you feel it, a numbness running down your left arm, your face is tingling and your chest is burning, no it's a sharper pain isn't it? Your first heart attack, will it be your last? "Want to find out?" I say holding up a grease dripping, cheesy pizza slice.
