CW: Teasing/Degradation
You have to feel at least a little guilty…
There’s no way you can look and eat the way you do and not be.
If not in the moments after you carry out the most sinful acts of gluttony, or even after you finish cumming yourself senseless because of how tight and sore your gut is, you have to feel guilty the morning after when you wake up and still have that feeling of slight fullness mixed with nausea… You know? Right before you gorge yourself again, cause you’ve convinced yourself that when you’re not filled to the brim and gasping for air, you’re not full.
When you’re in front of your family and they make little remarks out of love and concern, telling you how they go on walks, or how they’re trying this new diet they think you’d “like.” Isn’t it embarrassing?
The looks you get from them at holiday dinners don’t make your heart sink? That one distance relative who gets drunk and tells you how big you’ve gotten since the last time they saw you, but they’re joking of course. And your aunt bragging about how your cousin lost so much weight since they’ve started going to the gym.
When your smaller friends continuously bitch about how fat they are, and you realize you’re double almost triple their size. When they say it, the others instantly reassure them. But when you say it, they all kind of go silent or coo and tell you you’re still beautiful.
Aren’t you ashamed when you run out of breath laboring your weight back to your bed with bags of food to pack your gut? I mean, you get winded from eating.
When you hear your jeans creaking while you sit. When you keep tugging the bottom of your shirt in public, trying to keep it down. When you avoid the gaze of strangers, cause there’s something inside of yourself letting you know they’re staring and judging. When you rip and pop buttons on clothes that fit less than a year ago.
And the amount of money you spend on food is disgraceful. You could’ve used that money on so many things… bills, nutritious groceries, a vacation, a gym membership. Hell, by now you could’ve built a home gym with how much you’ve spend on your gut.
Any normal person would be disgusted with themselves. But you’ve cummed yourself into submission to your mound, right? And I can bet you’re eating or touching yourself right now.
What’s wrong with you?