Now that I’ve quit my job, a friend took me out for a celebration meal at a very good restaurant. I’m wonderfully stuffed and happy. The food was delicious and no cleaning up for me other than washing away the food I accidentally spilt in my hair. No one reacted to the fact that I ordered food for four people. I just ate one of the best pizzas I’ve had in my life and enjoyed the best sweet potato fries. I also had lamb chops, pasta, cheese cake, a cheese platter. I feel like I’ve literally gone to heaven and all my sorrows have been washed away by a sea of gluttony. I may not have a real life feeder right now but I do have close friends and other cool people who spoil me on special occasions. Some might say they’re supporting me in my mission to ruin my body.. I know they all love how much I enjoy and savour food. Tomorrow is a new day and I no longer have a job at all. Turns out I don’t have to go back this year but I still get paid. I keep asking myself if I just ate myself out of my job. Food for thought. After reading this post, most of you are likely thinking, you’ve had your snack now. Better start on the main course.
Is it wrong that I took a mass gainer shake and strawberries and a can of whipped cream to snack on during my disciplinary hearing today? I wasn’t going to let a bit of workplace drama come in the way of a good stuffing session. Besides, it’s best to not deprive the mighty Bellissima of calories for any length of time. It seemed like a normal thing to do at the time but during the hearing I was really craving burgers and started wishing I’d stopped at a drive through on my way to work.
Disciplinary hearing went well for me. I didnt get fired but I did serve my notice. I told them I’m not interested in working for their company next year but I can finish the tasks assigned to me this year. They’re not going to expect me to work any more unpaid days. I’m happy that everything is out in the open about my impending departure and I still get paid for Dec, but truth be told, I cannot wait to go full hog for a living. I’m going to have so much fun. So exciting.
Turns out I might not be able to quit my job. I might be getting fired tomorrow and this wasn’t part of the plan. It’s okay. I’ll eat myself out of this hole. lol. At least I’m not bored or hungry.
Someone sent me a list of what they’d like to see me eat on Thanksgiving - “2 whole roasted chickens., a tray of lasagna, mashed potatoes, stuffing, Mac and cheese, 20 pancakes, 4 litres of ice cream, 6 litres of coke , 5 burgers, 5 chicken burgers and 4 different cakes.”
I keep trying these food challenges and there never seems to be enough space inside me to fit everything but at least the attempts are helping me to grow, as is all the support I’m getting. Just wish I could make it all fit in one sitting but it’s a lot.
Shakes, chicken and chips down. Up next - cake mixed with ice cream. Once again I’m epically failing at working from home due to being too busy stuffing my fat face.
Was just thinking about the upcoming family Christmas gatherings I might end up at soon. Part of the reason I’m not doing a face reveal right now is the unusual amount of judges, priests, professors, politicians, doctors and CEOs in my family who would find some of my choices unfathomable, to say the least, especially my decision to go from being an upstanding beautiful smart professional and a fit and athletic rock climber to an obese, gassy, lard covered hog who lives to stuff her fat face and play with her hanging hog gut. Yeah. They’re not going to understand but fuck them. I am not going to hold back just cos people are all concerned and think I need help. I’ll be sure to stuff extra hard cos there’s always a crazy amount of food and I want to unleash the Christmas beast onto those feasts. Didn’t intend to write poetry but here we are hahaha.
Part of me doesn’t care if they all find out about my extracurricular activities. I don’t want to hurt my sisters cos they’ll feel a bit betrayed since they want me around for long but they’ll be okay. I’m at peace with everything and going full throttle for this is what I need to do. it’s mostly all the recommendations of the changes I could make that irritate me like don’t eat after 7pm, have you tried intermittent fasting? When was the last time you went to gym? Why don’t you save some food for other people?
I can already anticipate the digs coming my way but it’s just going to make me feel more horny and more hungry. It doesn’t really matter what anyone thinks or says. I doubt any of these people will be helping to feed me or clean between all my fat folds when I get too big to reach. My sisters might visit me but I don’t think I’ll see any cousins, aunts or uncles once I’ve turned myself into a bedbound blob. I’ll just have to imagine the reactions but for now I can still see them in person.
Bed time. So happy I’m finally taking the plunge. Can’t wait to be a gluttonous hog for a living. Just 3 more weeks than I’m free. So scary but also thrilling. I keep needing to remind myself that I want to leave on good terms but part of me doesn’t give a fuck.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my future living situation and all the accommodations I’d need to make to enjoy myself and be realtively comfortable. I see a large warehouse type of space with a forklift truck to hoist me around. There can be a feeding area, bathing area and sleeping area where I’d also relax and watch shows or play games. I think the forklift can be customised to make it more comfortable as it moves my soft immobile body around. I’ll probably need to employ a team of assistants to help keep me fed, bathe me and dry me. I know it’ll still be a long time before I go to my forever home with its pulleys and feeding machines, but I love to imagine what it’ll be like. I see mirrors above my bed so I can admire the results of all my hard work and perseverance.
I got so full my gut hurts when I walk cos of how stuffed it is and I can really feel the impact of gravity pulling it down. I’m going to try to smoke up more appetite so I can get even more stuffed. I’m so horny
I used to have perfect skin from head to toe. It’s still okay but I have to check my giant hog gut for pimples and need to treat them very quickly with antibacterial cream so they don’t get worse. So many fat girl problems. I wear shorts or leggings all the time because the chafe is crazy and my inner thighs are so soft and easily irritated. Had so many breakouts there. I can only imagine the skin problems I’ll get at 700lbs and beyond but I’m very resourceful so I believe I’ll find ways to take care of things. Will need to be rolled and adjusted on a regular bases, sit on different surfaces to avoid bed sores etc, have a crane to take me to a wet room where I’ll my folds can be accessed and hosed down. I’m sure it’ll be interesting to watch this. I want to capture the process from all angles so I can see the full extent of how I turned my skin, fit 110lbs body into a giant immobilized bed bound sack of unrecognisable lard. Also, I told my employers I’ve got a headache and can’t come in today. They just have to understand. I’ll show up tomorrow. I’m going to try to do some work from home later but I need to be at the office for the more urgent jobs. My phone is off now so they’ll just need to be patient or give the work to someone else. I have zero fucks to give when it comes to that job.
It happened again. I shared a before and after pic and only fans says I must tag the other creator. It’s a very cute contrast. I’ll message support and see if they can accept that it’s me.
My company got an overdue invoice paid and the amount is so much more than I remembered. Admin and accounting are not my strong points but it seems like my company catering budget just got massive. I guess I’ll be having a few year end office parties even if it’s just me in the office. I’ll be sure to cater for ten people.
In other news, I’m writing my first short horror film and I feel like I found my genre. I’m still busy with the script but I’m so sure I can pull it off and travel to film festivals where I’ll get to waddle onto stages to collect awards.
Being on onlyfans has been very inspiring and good for me as a creative. I’m going to make so many unique, amazing sexy videos for this platform now that I’ll be doing this full time and not working for horrible bosses. I am so ecstatic to be quitting my dead end job but I still have a few plans with my companies as I need to keep things interesting as possible before I become fully bedbound. There needs to be some travelling and crazy adventures over the next two years.
Also I am feeling like a proud piggy after I turned down 2 corporate video jobs this week. I need more time to relax, eat and digest and I knew they weren’t worth my time.
Next year I’m prioritising eating above everything and I’ll film my gassy bloated binge sessions and myself getting off as I fantasise about turning my once fit, agile body into a helpless immobile mess. People say this type of kink is meant to stay in the realms of fantasy but I say bring it on, turn me into a blob. That’s my future.
Imagine being underneath all this lard. Makes me wet knowing I intentionally did this to my body and I won’t stop even after my giant hog gut prevents me from being able to even reach the bed with my hands and knees. I’d be stuck on my belly flailing like a turtle that’s on its back, just held up by the mountain of lard and calling out for someone to help me get back into a more relaxed position. Yes, I’m wet as I write this. I’m also at the office now so I can’t even cum but I’ll make up for this later. The lasagne I had on Sunday was so good I ordered another tray.
I’ve been ordered to work in the office from tomorrow and they know what a lazy pig I am so they asked someone to supervise me to make sure I work fast and I can’t even have snacks except on breaks. This is a nightmare. Can’t wait to hand in my notice. Piggy too fat and lazy to actually sit at a desk and work all day. Seems this will continue till mid December when the office closes. I’ve attached a video here to show you what Bellissima (my hanging hog gut) thinks of me doing work without being able to feed. It’s going to be okay. I’ll keep some bottles of mass gainer shake on my desk and will drink out of straw while typing. I can still find a way to satisfy my appetite. Also going to get some protein bars.
