i love watching people slip further and further into desire.
I love watching them Give in.
It only gets better when an already hungry little thing needs only a little bit of encouragement and reassurance that the results would be so very welcome to dive into.
You're reading this, likely, because you can't stop indulging your curiosity. Your desire to be involved in somebody's inevitable, indulgent, and rewarding obesity...maybe even your own. 🐽
Watching bashful nights out, asking for the box, turn into eye pulling, plate clearing, dine out feasts, ordering a second entree to go. "The fridge is broken." "We're working on the kitchen" The silent doubts of the servers and dinner party as they can easily tell that not a bite will survive to sunrise, when you eat like that in company. 🌭🥡🍕🍜🍔
Watching your flat stomach, toned arms, beefy, muscular, or modestly soft, curvy, chubby, fat shapely body, whatever it once was...a product of simply living your life....transformed into a statement, maybe even a warning. Not a body of form and intention but one of consequence. One that is a result of your most hedonistic choices. One that is stacked and layered with hundreds of pounds of your own pleasures. One that is fatter than you'd ever believed you'd allow.
To spill out of your wardrobe, to eat up and challenge waistbands and seams. To change the shadows and contours of dresses and jackets and shirts and pants all because of the new angles revealed by your softness. To have to invest time and effort into building a wardrobe that can actually cover all the softness that you hold dearly to your frame.
To see trim or modestly chubby arms be eaten into pillows, inconvenient for any action other than comforting or self feeding, those that contest with an apron of a gut that spills out as rolls and handles in hips and the back.... As not even the hanging softness that gravity claims can displace all the excessive, impatient indulgence in the form of fat.
A pad consumed by your corpulence, making it near impossible to find the parts that once were used to pleasure you. Not that you could ever reach over that gut again. Only toys and special assistance could ever put contact on whatever you've buried under it all. So helplessly deep in that only the pleasure you get from gluttony can serve as aphrodesia to you now.
Admit it. Only eating past that little voice that urges a pause, a caution, a stop, will get you there. Give in.
Did you hesitate to add to your order? You'll thank yourself when it pays you back as new stretch marks, heavier breath, or more defined gut. Give in.
Did you stop yourself from finishing your plate? You're almost there. If you're not stuck in the chair before you start eating, you have room to grow. Give in.
Did you go to bed without being stuffed to aches? You're not eating enough in a day if it's not a challenge to carry your meal to bed. Add some snacks, or a whole other meal. Give in.
Did you eat and gorge yourself until you couldn't find a doorway your hips didn't meet? Wouldn't that be a milestone? Keep eating. Give in.
Growing is your priority. Trade away your mobility and self control to become an embodiment of your pleasure. It feels good to be your fattest self. Give in.
Read every bit of literature that encourages you to eat yourself fatter, and program your thoughts to revolve around that goal. Give in.
The addictive joy of being your fattest, laziest, greediest, most indulgent self, will melt away the pressure of the challenges of being fat. Give in.
Most of all, what I want is to see you grow.
Share this if you want to see others get fatter, share it if you want a reminder of why you do this to show up on your feed more often.
If, even after all this, you still struggle to give yourself that push...I'm here.
I'll make sure you slip into desire just a little further than you thought.
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