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I binge at night. When my family is asleep I come downstairs and I eat. I eat as much as I can. I stuff myself like a pig and it's why I'm fat. It's why my face is round and I have a double chin. It's why I can't fit into normal sized clothes or chairs with arms. Its why I can't run or go up a flight of steps without breaking into a sweat. I binge and it feels so good and it's destroying my body. Sometimes when I find a new stretch mark or outgrow another pair of pants I feel ashamed and I'll want to punish myself for being such a gross fat pig, so I'll eat even more until it hurts. I feel out of control and scared. I repulse myself and feel turned on all at the same time. I hate this about me but I don't want to stop. I want to see how far I will go. How out of control will I get? How fat? How unhealthy? I think I need help, but I want to know what will happen if I don't get it. I'm honestly terrified that I feel this way because I'm doing it. Every night I'm doing it to myself. I'm gorging on junk and watching it manifest itself all over my big heavy growing body. I'm actively ruining my body. Internally with massive doses of fat sugar and salt. I can feel my health slipping away, but what excites me is the visual manifestation of that. I can see the damage I'm doing. The shameful excessive gluttony is visible and obvious and getting worse every day. I barely recognize myself in the mirror. Who is this fat disgusting blob? I've changed so much. Grown so much. My features distorted by fat. My limbs thick and heavy to lift, my hips wide, my waist gone - overwhelmed with flab that forms tire-like rolls that hug me and hang down to my cellulite covered thighs. I'm grotesque. Obese. That is what I did. That is me and more and more it is all I am as i slip deeper and deeper into this morbid endeavor. There is so much of me now and I am almost gone.
So I see we’ve both caught up to each other. I’m 585 lbs today. We’ve both gotten so very fat now. My belly is so big and round now and it just keeps getting bigger and rounder. There’s really no going back now. I haven’t left my place in at least a month, so I really haven’t worn a stitch of clothes since then. Which is fine by me, though. I’m loving the idea that I’ve gotten too fat to wear clothes and it’s driving a lot of my gains too. Thank goodness for grocery delivery, lol. A scooter, yes. Having scooters would be a good idea. I should talk to my sister about helping me get one.
Hey fatty! I hope you're well. I finally hit 600! I feel so incredibly huge. Beyond fat! Beyond obese! It feels amazing. I still haven't gotten a scooter but I am working on it. I haven't left the house in a couple of months and I feel my mobility fading. My appetite on the other hand just keeps growing along with my massive body. I don't know where I go from here. I don't know that I want to keep growing but I also don't know how to stop. What are your plans?
Hey! It’s been a while. Welcome to the 600 club. As of today I am 614 lbs. And no scooter here yet, either. Like you it’s getting harder to move around. I’m also not sure how to stop, either. I don’t know if we even can. Part of me finds that idea extremely hot, not going to lie. I guess our bellies are in control now, huh? I’ve certainly outgrown all my clothes; I haven’t worn anything in months. How about you?
Hey, I think I have given up on leaving the house entirely. I did get the scooter, but I've never taken it out. Nothing fits. I get winded just standing still. I think this is going to be it now for me. This is my life. I eat constantly and barely ever get out of bed. I wonder how long until I can't. I know it's coming soon. 627 lbs now.
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