Uncomfortably Fat

Yeah, I’m hotter fat. But there are these moments where it hits me just how uncomfortably fat I’ve become. I’ll catch myself thinking, damn, why did I do this to myself? Why am I such a greedy, overindulgent heifer?It usually crashes down on me after I’ve stuffed myself—like just before this, when I gorged on southern food until I could barely move. My eyes are always bigger than my stomach, and I keep piling it on until I’m groaning, pinned under the sheer weight of my own body. I can feel it pressing heavy on my chest, every inhale shallow, every exhale ragged. My gut spills forward, thighs spread wide, my body folding in on itself, suffocating me under its own softness.I give into every indulgence, and it’s left me with so many humiliating moments—seatbelts digging into my belly on planes, bending over only to feel crushed by my own fat, doctors raising their eyebrows as the scale tips higher every visit. That’s when gluttony stops feeling like a game and starts feeling like a trap. Espesially when I’m trying to fuck....and someone's dick is too small to penetrate my fat FUPA. All this pressure—belly, thighs, chest, everywhere—it weighs heavier on me than the food that put it there. Gluttony feeds me, but it punishes me too. Every indulgence is pleasure I pay for in gasping, heavy shame.
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Clip features: weight struggles, fat chat, obesity, extreme feederism elements