Big Hot Guy:
keep going. if this is what you need, you won't be happy until you reach your goal. That's what I did. I decided to stop making believe I didn't want to be immobile.
Andromeda:
I did that for a long time, pretending both to myself and others. In reality, I'm gaining 20 pounds a month of every extra inch of fat makes me want more, even though the limitations are increasing.
FAMGM:
At what point do you say that you can’t handle any more limitations? And, how do you answer that sweet, throbbing intensity that tells you that, yes, you’ve reached as many limitations as you can manage, but what you CAN do will be just that little bit more pleasurable with another 10 lbs…
Andromeda:
The way I see it, the ballooning fat is worth the limitations, and so is having a stuffed, bloated belly... Constantly having a fatter gut, feeling more blubber on my sides as they push my arms out further. I can't imagine ever NOT wanting to be fatter than I currently am.
FAMGM:
Well, I’m very glad that you’ve completely surrendered… the way you’ve expressed the progression of the idea in your mind over time has been the epitome of the psychological drive for hedonism, and nothing short of inspirational.
Andromeda:
Thank you! Perception of being satisfied evolves too, I think. There probably was a time when a full belly from a big meal satisfied me; then eventually I no longer felt satisfied unless I was stuffed. Now, being stuffed isn't enough. Now I only truly feel satisfied if I'm short of breath and about to pop. The brain is a curious thing.
The perfect recipe to need to be rolled out of a room because you're so fat. Your commitment to stretching your stomach, and packing on so much weight per month is legendary.