This all seems so fun and just so excellent.
You should write some stories. You really express yourself well and have great ideas.
NeverTooMuch:
I keep thinking about living in a system that actively sabotages all hopes of me being a working artist and instead reduces me to a brainless unproductive lard pig eating constantly in front of the TV while spilling over the edge of my bed. I like to think that if I would have had a brief career I still would have then fattened myself in the public eye, and to be honest that would've been awesome, imagine the scrutiny... Most likely I'd have gotten fatter, then too fat to work and eventually have one of those "where are they now?" shows find me when I'm stuck in some basement at 800lbs.
Finding me, filming without my consent, hooked up to a tube pumping fattening shake directly into my stomach, with a vibrator buried under my gut. My eyes just darting to the cameras but there's nothing I can do and I don't want it but it makes me so horny.
And then I hear the inhuman whirr of the machine mercilessly pumping my gut full again. I MOAN and wheeze so unhealthily just as they zoom in on my bright red face. I just know my feeder let them in here to give me the humiliation I deserve. the film crew interviews me about throwing my life away as I lie there gasping, and I'm so ashamed, so deeply humiliated, but even so my eyes keep darting back to the tube
