Fit to Fat
I love fit to fat. Genuinely my favorite. Watching a disciplined man change and transform into a fat pig and have everyone’s perception about you change as you get fatter and your clothes tighter. Used to go to the gym often, eat healthy, and have a physique many would die for, but threw it all away bc you got a little too comfy. Eating what you like and getting lazy. Enjoying the feeling of a stuffed belly and even a more than stuffed belly. You can’t stop yourself now. It feels too good being a fat slob. Non stop burping, belly tight and bloated, but still jiggles with every step. Forever getting bigger and fatter. A body filled with lard all throughout. Can’t even remember what it felt like to be fit and thin. Step into a gym now and you’ll be a fat mess. Struggling and out breath. You’ll go on the treadmill for 5 minutes and already want to get off. Jiggling with every light jog, loud thuds with each step, shirt riding up your fat belly, sweating profusely and gasping for air. All because you can’t stop eating and stuffing your face. After that “workout” your belly will be rumbling and you’ll be thinking about what to gorge on after you leave the gym. Probably something greasy and fatty so you can be like yourself again, a fat hog.
