Includes: self fat shaming/weight humiliation, fat chat/weight gain talk, belly play/fat jiggling

I was the epitome of discipline and determination when I lost all that weight. I was on top of the world, basking in the glory of my newfound self-control. But that was just a facade, a temporary illusion of strength. The truth is, I'm weak, I'm gluttonous, and deep down, I crave the softness of my former self.

It started innocently enough, with just a taste of my forbidden birthday feast. But that taste turned into a binge, and then another, and another. Each bite was a swee...

Includes: self fat shaming/weight humiliation, fat chat/weight gain talk, belly play/fat jiggling

I was the epitome of discipline and determination when I lost all that weight. I was on top of the world, basking in the glory of my newfound self-control. But that was just a facade, a temporary illusion of strength. The truth is, I'm weak, I'm gluttonous, and deep down, I crave the softness of my former self.

It started innocently enough, with just a taste of my forbidden birthday feast. But that taste turned into a binge, and then another, and another. Each bite was a sweet surrender to the insatiable hunger that gnawed at me, driving me to consume more and more. I've become a slave to my desires, and the proof is in the wobble of my expanding belly and the way my clothes strain against my bulging body.

Watch me as I shamelessly give in to my base instincts. I'm a spectacle of self-indulgence, a living testament to the consequences of weakness. I poke and prod at my growing love handles, jiggling the fat that has so eagerly returned to my once-toned frame. I revel in the humiliation of my gluttony, fully embracing the lazy cow I was meant to be – a vessel of flesh, undisciplined and unrestrained.