"What's it like being an uncontrollable hog?
Too weak to fight your constant cravings to stuff your growing gut.
You'll just keep growing bigger and softer, heavier and weaker."

I asked for some anonymous teasing and questions about my gaining journey- from fitness to fatness. The result is over half an hour of me reading sexy, funny and delightfully degrading back-handed compliments about my giant belly, my stretchmarks and inability to diet or exercise. Some of my responses have me complaining about my lack of fitness, how my belly gets in the way of everything. Someon...

"What's it like being an uncontrollable hog?
Too weak to fight your constant cravings to stuff your growing gut.
You'll just keep growing bigger and softer, heavier and weaker."

I asked for some anonymous teasing and questions about my gaining journey- from fitness to fatness. The result is over half an hour of me reading sexy, funny and delightfully degrading back-handed compliments about my giant belly, my stretchmarks and inability to diet or exercise. Some of my responses have me complaining about my lack of fitness, how my belly gets in the way of everything. Someone asked me if I'm able to tie my shoes. I talk about embarrassing moments like eating piggishly in front of others. And about a doctor's visit I had and what he said about my weight. I even tried going to the gym, so I could put my "fat ass on a treadmill," as one anon suggested. All I could think about is how I used to judge chubby people at the gym when I was really fit. Now, here I am 70 pounds heavier than I was at my fittest, trying to hide my chubby arms so they don't jiggle while I walk.