Of course i want to be a well rounded person! I want to be so fucking fat you have a hard tim rolling me around on the floor. How many more pounds until i eat myself to the size where im unable to be stuffed through the front door?

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Of course i want to be a well rounded person! I want to be so fucking fat you have a hard tim rolling me around on the floor. How many more pounds until i eat myself to the size where im unable to be stuffed through the front door?
I started a new job today as a chocolate maker; it’s an ideal job for someone like me. For most of the way I was squeezed into a small work space with my stomach just about pressing into the table. My fluffy hips and wide thighs gave me little space to move. The smell of the melted chocolate being poured into the molds was so delicious, I was basically drooling. And being the fat pig that I am, I wanted nothing more than to stuck my mouth under the drip and let it fill me until I couldn’t take it anymore.
We do get free samples here every other week...I’m going to be swelling up in no time thanks to this job. I can’t help but imagine me in my chef’s uniform, two sizes larger, only I’m on the verge of exploding out of it, while I sample my latest creations. Here’s to a sweet super-sized me.