Addicted fat fuck

BUT

if I practice micro dosed death eating fattening slop every single day enjoying my food, my silly little hobbies and my impressive gains, experiencing "la petit mort" every single day of my life (instead of "la GRANDE mort" just once a month!), then I'm "insane" and "what are you doing to yourself" and "you're gonna die so young" and "please reconsider".

Obese people regularly go on living pretty normal lives even when diagnosed with diabetes or other health conditions, more often than not living up to more than 80 years, but no, base jumping deserves praise even tho 1 in 2000 jumps end up with the person fucking obliterating themselves on the ground.

Crying and whimpering as your hand slowly pushes another crumb past your lips, curling in disgust from your lack of self control. Slowly, slowly, slowly chewing till it’s nothing but paste in your mouth and swallowing only to feel it back up near your throat. You’re just that full.

No choice but to keep it all down despite the possibility of bursting, though never actually hitting that limit. Only ever on the cusp of it before you’re out of food.

Re-released an old video of me at almost 500 pounds eating donuts & cumming like a good girl 🤭🐷🍩

Sweets, cakes, cookies, French fries, sodas, burgers, pizzas, sushi, fried chicken. Just thinking about such delicious food makes you want to have it; it makes your mouth water, and you imagine how wonderful it would be to be enjoying it right now, doesn't it?

Well, my little chubby ones, let me tell you that you are addicted to that delicious flavor that has slowly destroyed your brain. Sugar and processed fats, as delicious as they are, are as or more addictive than certain illicit substances, so the biggest difference between a filthy junkie and you, my dear chubby friend, is that you can get your drug anywhere with just a couple of clicks, and nobody cares.

You would think that now I should advocate for stopping their consumption and looking for natural sugars and other shit like that, but NO, I refuse to do so.

In fact, become addicted to those ultra-processed foods; let them corrupt your mind and ruin your reward system so that the next dose has to be even larger than the previous one and the one before that in an endless cycle of gluttony and hedonism. Nothing but benefits! You will be bigger, fatter, and happier; best of all, it's legal. Who cares about diabetes and heart disease if you're happy?

So three cheers for ultra-processed foods, which do so much good for my beloved little pigs, cows, and gluttons; happiness just a click away, happiness just a notification away. Who cares if you look like Pavlov's dog with the bell, as long as you're happy?

Sweets are your friends!

French fries don't judge you!

Soda makes you happy!

Don't you want to be happy, glutton?

So why think about the bad when the good is so delicious and perfect?

Amen to ultra-processed foods, to Wendy's, Burger King, McDonald's, Subway.

Instant happiness in the palm of your hand!