Having a fat fetish is dangerou s. I wish I could control my obsession with the idea of growing fatter . It was fun in the beginning- to fantasize about getting a little chubby. Having a nice, plump belly to rub and play with. My pants getting tighter as my waistline softened up . Gorging myself on food that most people go to hell and back to avoid. I should have left it at that. But no- I just had to make content. I wanted some attention, I wanted people to make comments about my curvy body and healthy appetite . I got too obsessed with over-sharing myself online. I started digging into d...

Having a fat fetish is dangerou s. I wish I could control my obsession with the idea of growing fatter . It was fun in the beginning- to fantasize about getting a little chubby. Having a nice, plump belly to rub and play with. My pants getting tighter as my waistline softened up . Gorging myself on food that most people go to hell and back to avoid. I should have left it at that. But no- I just had to make content. I wanted some attention, I wanted people to make comments about my curvy body and healthy appetite . I got too obsessed with over-sharing myself online. I started digging into dangerous behaviors - accepting eating challenges from online feeders and showing off just how much I could cram down my greedy throat. I loved it. Everyone loves watching me get fatter and fatter , ruining my body for their entertainment and pleasure. But it's gone too far. This is the third night this week that I've found myself surrounded by food wrappers , dressed in pathetically tight clothing to emphasize how fat I've become. I'm stuffed to the gills with greasy pizza, covered in marinara sauce, out of breath , my gluttony is on display and all I can think about is how much I regret ending up here... But that won't stop me from doing it all again.

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