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Tight as a balloon 🎈

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New video: Sitting Belly Play

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Graduation dinner went well 😮‍💨

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I need so much more 🍔

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Why can't you keep feeding Dad to make his belly bigger when he can't stand to hold his breath under his suit?

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Greedy boss found 2 cases of boost but I need more!

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📅  út, 30.05.2023 / 3

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Beefing up from gym and eating huge

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Had a big lunch and I think I might be pushing my luck with this shirt...

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Good fat

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Another suit outgrown!

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Well, this vest no longer comes close to buttoning

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Got told this past weekend that it looks like I have been eating real good, not sure why they would think that?

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IS THIS ME?

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Certainly, it can’t be. I mean, I’m not this fat. Am I? I could fit into this shirt a few weeks ago, with no strained buttons or small bits of skin poking out through the gaps.

I thought my diet was working. No sweets, cutting fat where I could. Sure, the food tasted like cardboard and was hardly considered filling, but that’s health for you. I will admit, I did eat more of it than I should have, just to keep the belly full. Maybe that’s it, I just ate too much. I must be bloated, and the shirt doesn’t fit anymore.

Could overeating have created this?! This gut, the ball of hairy fat I now sport, I can’t seem to get rid of it. I exercise and try to be better, but I swear, it just keeps getting BIGGER. It just sits there, like a fleshy table, urging me to put cups and my phone on it. And what’s worse is, I do it! It’s so much more convenient than trying to bend over the fleshy orb to the coffee table.

What’s happening to me? Why do I go through massive food binges that last for days, where I can’t seem to stop until I’m passed what my capacity should be? Why food falling on my belly, waiting for me to consume it last, turn me on? I legit hid my boner with a pizza box in my friends car, while I continued to gorge endlessly. I know all of this will just make me fatter and condemn me to a bigger life in shrinking world, but I’ve lost all control. Will this ever stop? Will life ever be normal again?

Then, there’s my favorite tank top. The one I used to looks so thick and manly in, and now it hardly fits. Look at my overhang, chilling inches below this one glorious tank. I practically grew out of it little by little each time I wore it. Despite the fat, I think I’m still super and manly. Hell, maybe Superman would’ve blended in better with society if he was a little fat, instead of hiding his identity behind glasses.

Is it possible that I’m enjoying this? Is there a small part of me that loves the bigger parts of me? Sure, my feet are hidden behind my soft belly, and the more I eat the more my body stretches to accompany the new fat, but somewhere inside of me, I crave this sensation? Clothes hardly fit and I struggle to go up the stairs without breathing deeply, but with each shirt that can’t contain my girth and the tiredness I get from day to day activities, all I want is cheeseburger after cheeseburger or milkshakes poured into my expanse.

So, maybe there is something to love about having more to love. I mean, I have something soft my hands can rest on. I get to challenge myself to eat more, which in the end will just result in me needing more food to become full. People look at me more and call me “Big Man” and “Sir,” things little me wouldn’t get called. I can feel myself taking up more space, but that’s not a bad thing, I get to constantly upgrade my surroundings and wardrobe based on how much bigger I get. And now, I see older pics of me and don’t recognize that thin boy.

This is who I am.