I honestly forget what I’ve done to myself sometimes until I try to stand or need to squeeze past something or have to climb stairs or that kind of thing. Then, when I can’t, it hits me. I’ve gotten fat. And not just “got fat”, but literally blew up like a fucking Willy wonka gif. I jiggle with every step, my belly brushes against clients at work, I almost need wider chairs for my patio, and it’s only going to get worse. At this rate I’ll hit 600 before I’m 30, which is terrifying because I won’t want to stop at 600. I think this fetish might end up killing me. My health is already declining and moving is starting to get really exhausting. But I love it. So I need to prepare. I need a feeder to take care of me when I get too fat to do anything but eat and get fucked. I can’t wait ❤️