You're Too Far Gone

Chapter 1

Do you ever think about it? How you’ve completely ruined yourself, completely ruined your entire body because of your sick fantasies? And I mean actually think about, not just when you're stuffing yourself with more fattening calories or when you're getting off on how huge you’ve made yourself.

Do you ever think about the consequences? The fact that you let your fetish take over your life, that your insatiable desire for more food, more fat, and more pleasure has transformed you from a thin, responsible member of society to a sloppy pig who can't think of anything else besides their next meal? You used to have hobbies, interests. You used to be a well-rounded person who had a full life. Now the only thing that's full is that constantly bloated gut of yours.

How could you let this take you over like this? How could you do this to yourself? I know all that blubber is so hot when you gorge yourself, that during your now-daily stuffings all you can think about is how you want more, but I also know you have those moments of regret afterward. When you’ve packed yourself so full that it hurts. So full that your skin is itching as new stretch marks work their way across your near-splitting midsection, that you can’t even roll over and heave yourself to a standing position. When you’re trapped, flat on your back with your belly towering over you like a bloated beach ball. When you can't distract yourself by forcing down any more food. When you’re so full and fat that you can hardly breathe, can hardly focus on anything except the throbbing pain in your overtaxed middle. That’s when you have your moments of realization, isn't it? When you think about what you’ve turned yourself into, the permanent weight you piled on your once small frame.

The first few pounds were nothing, not even notable, but the fatter you got, the further you went. You let your feeding kink corrupt your mind. It's so pathetic, it's so embarrassing that you were too horny to stop yourself from gorging into obesity. Nobody knows you're getting off on this. Everyone in your life just thinks you’re a greedy pig with no self-control. Everyone thinks that you let this happen to you by accident, and they're partially right, aren't they?

You never meant for this to go this far. You never meant for your body to become a walking testament to just how addictive your little kink is. All that blubber forever marks you as a weak, helpless little slut without the willpower to keep their fetish in the bedroom. It just broadcasts how much your feeders are in control of you, how the praise from random strangers on the internet is enough to make you destroy your health. It's like your bloated, wobbling rolls are a fatty collar, forever marking your fat swollen body as someone else's property.

And that's all you are, aren't you? Your appetite does not belong to you, your health doesn’t belong to you, instead it belongs to your all-consuming desire to pile on more weight. And that scares you. You're scared of how quickly this all devolved, how quickly you were bursting your buttons and struggling to fasten your jeans. How quickly you reached terrifying new milestones like losing sight of your toes and cracking your bed frame.

You're scared of how you can't stop, how most of the time you don't even want to. I know waddling around in that body every day is humiliating for you. I know you get red and hot when you feel everyone's eyes on you, when you feel them judging your wobbling flab fighting to be free from your too-tight clothes.

You know your friends and family can't stop talking about it, right? Can't stop talking about how it's possible to put on all that extra weight so fast, how worried they are about you. And it's not like you haven't given them good reason to worry. You can't even control yourself enough to only stuff when you're alone, so when they see the amount you’ve eaten, when they see the way you take bite after bite until you're panting and your rounded gut has pinned you to the chair, they wonder what could have possibly gotten into you. You know it was in you this whole time, that your greed and gluttony were only lying dormant until you gave yourself permission to indulge a bit, but you can’t even explain yourself. You can't tell them how much it works you up to wake up fatter and fatter every day, so you just keep growing.

They're probably planning to confront you. A makeshift intervention about how much your spiral into morbid obesity has affected them. They're probably going to talk about how tight the dining room chairs have gotten around your swollen hips. They're probably gonna bring up the time you ate so much you had to stay in the restaurant for half an hour before you digested enough to move. They're probably going to bring up the fact that you can't go for a 5-minute car ride without stopping at a drive-through.

They're gonna claim it's about you, about your health, but in reality, you just disgust them. They don't like looking at your cellulite-pocked, dimpled rolls of fat pushing out of your ill-fitting clothes. They don't want to watch you fill your stomach until you’re burping, moaning, and gasping from how far you pushed yourself past your limit. They hate how a family-sized meal can just disappear down your gullet without them ever getting a bite. Your greed and piggish body are why they want you to stop, not your health.

But you can't stop, can you? No matter the reason, no matter the motivation, you couldn't force yourself to stop if you wanted to. You couldn't stop after popping those buttons in public, you couldn't stop after getting so fat you started to strain your seatbelt, you couldn't even stop after destroying your desk chair. You're so ashamed of your inability to put an end to all this and the shame just makes you eat more, just makes you bury your emotions in a greasy feast that’ll do even more damage….


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