Denial

With the amount of calories you've been dumping into yourself lately I'm not sure why you act so surprised that your belly is bulging out of your pants. You're the one shoveling pasta and carbs into your mouth. What did you expect to happen?

Your upper arms have softened.

Your inner thighs have formed a nice chunk of fat between them.

Your back rolls have thickened. And your appetite has done nothing but grown right along with your overstuffed tummy.

The chairs at your kitchen table have shrunk? Highly unlikely. Your ass has gotten wider so now you have to wedge yourself into them. Be careful, you might just get stuck.

You're winded by one flight of stairs? Yeah that's what happens when you start packing on the pounds. You've fattened up quickly and your body hasn't adjusted to the added mass. But let's be honest, it probably never will since you're only going to keep getting bigger. So maybe just avoid the stairs.

Don't you know that most of the food you eat is making you this way? It's loaded with grease, salt, and sugar. You're in a vicious cycle of eating and sleeping. Your body is a vessel for pure lard now that you never do anything to burn it off.

But I want to sit back and watch your slow decline.

The exhaustion from simply carrying yourself around.

The poor food choices you'll make.

I want to watch you gorge yourself into a bloated mess.

It will take a while for the realization to catch up to you. You are in denial every step of the way.

You're just too stressed and need the extra calories? Yes you do.

You just like baggy clothes because they're more comfortable? Get another size up. You'll grow into them anyway..

Sweet tooth you say? Three extra large milkshakes might satisfy that craving. I'm sure they're only 100 calories each..

No no…your belly isn't too big now. It just sways a little when you waddle- errr..walk.

Yes, walking is really difficult these days. Just sit down for a while so you can build your stamina back up.

While you swell bigger each week I'll simply continue to reassure your poor choices. Because I love watching your body change. Grow. I want to see just how fat you can get until the pressure from your added heaviness becomes too much and you finally fully submit to your own gluttony.

Leaving me finally in charge of everything that goes into your greedy little mouth.

And maybe I want to speed things up a bit and fill you even faster. Just so you can never go back. I want to leave you completely dependent on me so I can have my way with you.

I want you to be the picture of hedonism. An unhealthy image of pure gluttony and just how it affects the human body. I want you soft, helpless, and eager for more. I want you to beg me to fill you then beg me to stop when it's too much.

Too much.

How I love those words. When you get too fucking huge to resist, too much, will become an every day event. Moderation will never be in your agenda ever again.

I'll have you filled with thick fatty cream every hour to ensure that your body is constantly storing fat. You'll rarely see breaks from being overfed and fattened. Too much, will become your life.

My hands crave a soft touch no matter where I put them.

You'll squirm, sputter, and groan between gulps of pure calories. My hands will massage, wobble, and press into your deliciously massive new form.

Do you think you'll continue to be stuck in denial when your fate is laid out in front of you? When the only thing you can do is lay helpless to my force feeding.

Forced on your back pinned under your own weight. The only thing you can do is watch your swelling body rise and spread out further each day.

Arms useless. Legs useless. Forced to submit to me. Nowhere to go.

With your mouth permanently fixed around a hose like a human water balloon forced to be filled until you eventually burst.

So, are you still in denial? Or are you ready to endure just a little…too much…