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your view as you take me to get more fast food

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So round..so heavy..soo much more 🥵

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When the fatty daddy mode is activated.

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Coach says he has to keep bulking, the team needs their star player bigger!

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I'm going to keep getting fatter until you're satisfied 😇

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I’m getting so, so big…

… what am I doing to myself?

I’m over 350 pounds. I’m also only 5’7”. If I were 160lbs I would be overweight. At my height obesity begins at 190lbs. And I’m over that by more than 160lbs. I have the weight of an obese man and an overweight man on my frame. Constantly. My bmi is 55. I’m super morbidly obese. I’m only 24 years old.

[maybe don’t read further if you don’t like the darker side of feedism. I talk about the struggle and impact, etc. of obesity past this point]

My body is under duress. My health is being affected by this immense weight.

My knees and back ache. At rest. They scream doing anything physical. The slightest exertion drenches me in sweat. Like I ran a marathon. As if I could even run.

A shift has happened. Probably in the past 20lbs. My size is constantly in the way now. I’m a fat person. A really fat person. It defines me.

I don’t even entertain the notion that I can buy clothes in person anymore. XXL is so tiny on me. I have to sift through tacky “big and tall” websites, hoping to find anything with some flair or style to it. Unable to distract from my size, I look for things that complement it rather than drape over it. Like a tarp.

Chairs are a constant problem - Will it hold me? Will I FIT? Oh god what if it has arm rests? Car seatbelts are a gamble. Every uber is Russian roulette with public humiliation. I’ll soon need an extender. Every time.

And I waddle. Slowly. I’m always lagging behind. Lungs working too hard to maintain a conversation and walk. It’s pathetic.

Showers have become tiring, even with the help of a wand. A rag on a stick. Things are bad when you need to lay down for a few minutes after bathing. Stop the sweating, the pain, the thumping heart.

My anatomy is obscured under hundreds of pounds of fat. I’m becoming useless. Sacrificing biological function for fat. There are parts of my body I’m no longer able to reach with ease. Soon at all.

My body is disfigured by fat. A funhouse mirror distortion. I don’t even know how big my belly is around anymore. My tape measure only goes up to 60”. 5 feet and I outgrew it.

I’ve become a public spectacle. Not the fattest person a stranger has ever seen, not yet. But noteworthy, a point of ridicule. Of perverted interest. Perhaps lust if they’re part of this world.

Any normal person would take any one of these signs as a wake up call. Begin to lose weight. Actually - they would never let it get so bad as to reach this point. I’m beyond saving. The point of no return is in the rear view.

And I love it.

I’ve always been fascinated by fat. For as long as I can remember. It’s a beautiful thing. And part of that beauty, for me, is in the struggle of it. If it was easy, or painless, I don’t think I would be so taken by it. The sacrifice makes it all the more sweet.

I know the darker side of feedism, death feedism isn’t for everyone, but for me it’s the reality, I don’t want to shy away from it, pretending a 55 bmi is fine.

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Comparison: 2015-2017. Gained 180lbs. Doubled my weight. Will double it again. 🐷

@gutgrowing on instagram

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I fucking LOVE how much of a pig I am

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I feel like I’m growing by the day 🥴

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Going to explode 🥴

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Another day spent lazy and stuffing..I am really feeling the weight these days 🥵

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When you chug so many weight gain shakes over the weekend your belly ends up looking like a cream filled doughball 🫠

more on of 🫃🏻

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This belly is out of control, I can’t see anything beneath it anymore 🫣 Someone needs to force even more food into this gut so the shirt rides up even further ;)

All of my friends won’t stop making comments nonstop about my weight gain now, but for some reason I just want moreeee! What’s happening to me 😅

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I’ve been gaining on and off for the past 5 years. This is my current size at 270.

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(Vignette. Reblog to spread widely because I don't know what tags to use under this new kink-negative Tumblr regime, except to replace the "E"s with "3"s in that thing we love so much.)

It's never enough. I can't stop.

I just want to eat and eat and get fatter and fatter. Rolls on top of rolls, softness and heaviness. I want to look in the mirror and see my face swallowed up by fat cheeks and billowing triple chins, watch my belly quivering proudly in front of me, every inch of me puffy with soft blubber. I want to eat and eat and eat.

I try to stop sometimes. I tell myself that I have to take care of my health, make some concessions to reality. But then I'm back in the supermarket bakery aisle, mouth watering, shoving box after box of treats into my cart, already getting horny. I want to be so fat.

No matter how hard I try to resist it, I'll always be a glutton. I love it too much. I love being the one who goes back for seconds and thirds and fourths at my work's holiday parties, oblivious or indifferent to the stares, knowing I'm the office fat guy. I love outgrowing my shirts. I love stepping on the scale and seeing the numbers rise past what I ever thought possible.

I'm so hungry. So greedy. When you're in my presence it's like you're being drawn into a vortex of gluttony, an overwhelming need for food and fat. To lift food to my lips. To hear me say it, those three little letters we love so much. "Fat. So fat. Fatter. Make me fatter." I don't care about anything else any more. Just our lust and my appetites. Fatten me up. Ruin me. Or are you improving me? Your greedy fat boy. Your greedy, greedy fat boy who can't control himself around food.

I'm getting so fucking fat.

And you're getting fatter with me.

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I may have overdone it on the cake a bit…