🎈The little balloon that could🎈

My poor food balloon, I can hardly move it’s pathetic 🥵😳

I’m literally spiralling towards super morbid obesity. I feel my heart race as I eat until I’m numb and dazed. I accept it every time I grab my cellulite ridden belly hang, give it a wobble and understand that I’m too far gone. I can barely move, everything is excruciating when on my feet, every heavy step, I ache just getting out of bed. I need help with such basic things it’s absolutely embarrassing.

My care worker/nurse does the hard stuff that requires movement and helps me with stuff Im too obese to do alone. She’s lovely and makes my massive meals for the freezer/fridge + cleans everything for me + clears the takeout bags. My life these days is four walls and a mattress. I’m more obese than I ever thought I could get. I don’t get up, I ask for help, because I know what’s good for me. I stuff myself unhealthy, my stomach comically large as I beg for another box of donuts to be brought up. it reminds me to slow down, sleep, eat, give up and get more docile and complacent. Let go, forget anything that doesn’t involve food.

I've set my goal for weight gain of course ;3

But LOOK at this..

The only problem...I'm so pop hungry. I need teased about exploding. I want someone to take the pump from me and force me bigger, saying only a few more while I feel like I'm about to burst. I want tied down and filled up more and more and whoever did it to say they won't stop till I'm confetti. I'm nhhfnfmdmd....making new friends is great.

Imagine having an inflation partner with whom you're both absolutely obsessed with the idea of being popped.