Sometimes I miss it… being able to see my toes, seeing my pu..
Added 2023-06-08 14:54:25 +0000 UTCSometimes I miss it… being able to see my toes, seeing my pussy. Sometimes I miss being able to walk into any store and not have to worry about clothes fitting me. Sometimes I miss walking up stairs without having to catch my breath and believe it or not sometimes I also miss going to the gym and absolutely crushing a workout. Sometimes I miss being able to sleep normally and not propped up on 4 pillows. Sometimes I miss the satisfaction of looking in the mirror and seeing my collar bones or even my hip bones stick out a bit. Sometimes I miss having a jawline and being able to wear a bra normally rather than tucked into a giant back roll. Sometimes I miss having a lap and being able to stand up quickly without having to heave myself up. But none of that matters, does it? Because we all know my fate. We all know I couldn’t stop even if that’s what I truly wanted. We all know I never planned to get this big and now I’m so far gone I’ll never be able to go back. I’m no longer in the drivers seat of my own life. My appetite and my gut are in charge and I’ve been left with no choice but to completely submit. I did this… we did this. We turned me into an out of control, completely insatiable hog-minded blob of fat and that’s all I will ever be. You’ve enabled this addiction and turned it into my lifestyle. My religion. My destiny. And I fucking love it.
