chapter 3

September 20th-237lbs-62lbs gained


Well, still waiting to start that fitness routine...seems like every time I think about it, it’s because I’ve noticed something else about my chubby body. I just keep growing. I’m afraid to get a scale at this point, at first it was kind of exciting that I was gaining weight...it felt nice to indulge the fantasy a little… pushing just enough to feel a bit softer, a bit out of control, but always within range of turning around. but then I tried to stop… turns out that months of completely uninhibited eating...habitual gorging...is hard to stop doing, maybe even impossible. I actually can’t stop myself, Every attempt leaves my gut begging to be filled, painful hunger pangs shooting through my stomach, and cravings so intense i’d be starting off into space totally in daze, drooling, imagining bingeing on some pile of greasy fast food. I snack so absentmindedly now, if it’s near me, I’m putting it in my mouth and chewing, regardless of how hungry I am. Sitting at the computer, my ass slowly filling my chair as I eat bags and bags of candy between huge meals of fattening food. And the stoned cravings espescially...ugh... it’s impossible to resist what my body wants, willpower totally drained.
Now my entire body is covered in an even layer of softness,completely covered in jiggling pale flesh, soft red marks popping up around my stomach and hips...a few times I’ve caught myself tracing them with my fingertips when I’m laying back gorged in my chair. I’ve started getting a little turned on when I eat…this warm feeling that grows in my hips as I touch my softened body...spreading as my eating turns to bingeing, fueled by the desire to feed my slowly fattening body, voraciously shoving food into my mouth like an animal, snorts escaping as I gasped for air between bites. Eating has become like a sport, gorging consumes me, all I can focus on is finishing the food as my cock throbs.
Afterwards, laying in a stuffed daze, amidst empty packages, cum dripping in my pants, my gut so full that it hurts, ugh it’s still not too late, I can pull this back, I can still stop. Rubbing my gut, a belch escapes, ugh.