Munchies
My appetite is out of control. Just today I gobbled down a large cheese pizza and found myself fantasising about ordering two cheeseburgers, 20 nuggets, two medium fries and a sundae to wash it all down with. It’s no surprise my frame is widening out my stomach is sagging lower and my thighs are becoming more bloated. I feel my hips jiggling when I walk quickly and my entire stomach is etched with deep stretchmarks of all different shades; a testament to my gluttony, greed and various stages of growth.
I wasn’t surprised when I stepped on the scale and it read out over 300 pounds. I’ve been making a complete hog of myself lately and all my 1x t-shirts are beyond constricting. I’ve waited on trying to size up for way too long, but now I can no longer fit my arms in most of the sleeves and my tummy is oozing out from underneath it. I’ve outgrown my size 24 jeans as well. I struggled into them one afternoon to find my love handles puffing out over the sides of them and them having to be buttoned under my stomach.My thighs and my chins jiggled in unison when I walked now. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror.
Here I was in all my glory. My face almost twice as wide as it used to be, my massive double chin was budding on a third that merged out into meaty shoulders. I loved that my cheeks had a constant redness to them. A perfect display of my gluttony. My stomach cascaded over the waistband of the overstreched jeans. My thighs were stretching the seems. And my ass! My ass was oozing out over the back end, making me look even fatter. My t-shirt stuggled to contain my swelling moobs and middle tummy fat roll. I waddled to check myself out from the side view. My ass formed a heafty shelf that stuck out as far back as my stomach hung out in front. I felt like a parade float standing there, filling up the entire space between the sink and the wall. It was time to start thinking about a little bit of a remodel.
I jiggled my stomach and watched as my chins sloshed around. “Oh dear I’m starting to waste away.” I glanced in the mirror one more time, looking at my bloated frame, trying to imagine myself swelling up an even bigger status. “My hips will swell out to here.” I giggled to myself, extending my arms about a foot away from the current size of my hips. “And my belly! It will have to hang out another foot or so.” I imagined my stomach twice as puffed up expanding well beyond my arms length. I hope my ass will fill out the double-wide computer chair I just bought. I’m looking forward to the day when I out grow it and it collapse beneath my massive weight. When I hit the floor, my overfed form jiggles. I lay there thinking about just how enormous I’ve become while four of my co-workers struggle to help me to my feet. By now I outweigh everyone in the office. It’s at this time they mention that it would probably be a good idea for me to start working from home. I’m okay with that. It gives me the oppertunity to grow even bigger. I can’t wait to see how bulgy, bloated and beached status I am when spring rolls around. I hope I’m bursting out of a triple wide wheel chair, my stomach cascasing over the arms of he chair and oozing down to my knees. My thighs will the size of two obese women’s waists. They’ll be struggling to be contained in massive sweatpants while the top of me is squeezed into an oversized muumu.
