I cant wait until ai weigh over 600 pounds and Im stuggling to lower my overfed frame into my friend’s car. The front of her subru is pretty roomy, but I’m a little wider than two average sized people wide at this point. Im way too fucking far to try and move the front seat to get in the back. My swollen stomach, lard covered ass and bloated thighs wont allow it. My ass is probably too big to allow me to manuve through the small space anyway.
So here i sit, my stomach stretched out to the glovebox my hips and thighs overflowing onto the centre console. I need to be careful I dont change the gear on the far. Im stuffing my fat face with fries, wobbling like the hospital jello that will await my next adventure…
Im thinking of gaining to over 600 pounds and go on my 600 pound life, only I wont be there to lose weight. The cameras will be there as I get bigger and bigger “despite following dr. now’s plane and exercising.” Theyll weight me month after month and hell shake his head, scold me and warn me about the number on the scale rising higher.
My feeder will “scold”me and then as soon as were out of the earshot of the doctor, hell jiggle my side rolls and tell me Ill look even better with another 50 pounds on me.