I love scenarios in which I am a fat gentleman, like a historic decadence kind of thing like royalty or just nobility. I love the idea of being a regency gentleman who gets extremely fat instead of being the romantic Jane Austen ideal because it's such a hot contrast, and the fashion is really unflattering on an Obese body. I dream of being this fattened gentleman whose entire life has become an array of fat shaming comments, and being the pervert and desperate feedee that I am, this only keeps me wanting more, to hear more of those snide comments while I wheeze through a ball and to hear the gasps in shock as polite society sees me spill out of a waistcoat and then yes indeed, to be told directly how obscene and indecent I have let myself become. I like to think I inherited well and all this started because I allowed myself to indulge for a few weeks after becoming wealthy..... But that was five years ago and now I waddle and crave the feeling of my gut being so stuffed I can't stand up straight after my meal. I'm a gluttonous, overfed gentleman too hungry to resist platters upon platters of food, even when the humiliation behind it is obvious, absolutely out of control! And I love the self imposed pressure of having to be fattened, the obsession of needing to cram my gut full all night every night, to the point of addiction.
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