I remember, years and years ago, making a box of hamburger helper Beef Stroganoff- and as much as I tried, as badly as I wanted to, even though my brain was still telling me I was still hungry, I couldn't finish the whole pan of it myself. I felt defeated. Like I was wasting food.
Tonight I prepared the same Box, but with 90% lean Ground Beef, 1.27lbs total. While I cooked it, I munched on a box of donuts I had from earlier today which still had 3 left. I finished them off- I had to wait for the main course to cool before I could dig in so I munched on half a box of Cheese-its I opened this morning. Once they were gone I checked the stroganoff to see if it was edible and happily found I could eat without burning my mouth, so I dug in... That memory hit me when the fork hit the bottom and rattled around as I sat the empty pan down and reached for the large glass of milk I had prepared, downing it in several large gulps. I know once I finish a meal intended for several people, that whether I like it, I am full. My brain still argues but I've learned how to be in control. So I'm just going to finish the half a dozen leftover chocolate chip cookies I made yesterday and the second glass of milk I just poured, and I'm going to bed.... (Burp*)
Tonight I prepared the same Box, but with 90% lean Ground Beef, 1.27lbs total. While I cooked it, I munched on a box of donuts I had from earlier today which still had 3 left. I finished them off- I had to wait for the main course to cool before I could dig in so I munched on half a box of Cheese-its I opened this morning. Once they were gone I checked the stroganoff to see if it was edible and happily found I could eat without burning my mouth, so I dug in... That memory hit me when the fork hit the bottom and rattled around as I sat the empty pan down and reached for the large glass of milk I had prepared, downing it in several large gulps. I know once I finish a meal intended for several people, that whether I like it, I am full. My brain still argues but I've learned how to be in control. So I'm just going to finish the half a dozen leftover chocolate chip cookies I made yesterday and the second glass of milk I just poured, and I'm going to bed.... (Burp*)
I had to lay down In The shower to shave my naughty bits. I recorded everything, including the moment I came all over the floor....
Just getting fucking huge, went through 1000$ worth of food in a week and a half ... Now I need help!
I'm not sure exactly how it happened, but up til recently I had the idea in my head that calling a obese person a pig was disgusting and disrespectful, but the other day, as I was on all fours on my bed riding my favorite toy while I stuffed everything I could find in the house worth eating into my fat face, that I'm such a ***ing Pig now, and that thought sent me over the edge into one of the best orgasms I've ever had in my life. As I came I squealed out loud Ooiieeeeeeeeeee like a good pig would.
But piggy still hungry...
But piggy still hungry...