Sorry I haven't posted anything yet. School and life are getting into the way again. I'll be fine though. The worst part is that today I'm very depressed. I realized that my cat, who has grown up with me, has anywhere between five and seven years left on him. Just from old age, not a sickness or anything. Same with my other pets, i have a dane and a pyrenees who have both outlived their normal life expectancy by almost three years. I have a cat who is also almost eleven years old. In four years, the chances of my family and I have to have all of them still together is decreasing, and it's very disheartening to all of us. Honestly though, I was talking with my dad last night about it (he's the animal guy in the family, more than me O-o). Anyways, I ended up crying (I'm nineteen and male, its perfectly fine) last night about it. I picked up my cat and he treated me like I was beneath him, like most cats do. But this morning, he came into my room before I left for work, and I started to cuddle and pet him, and I just started bawling my eyes out. He knew something was wrong, but kept purring anyways. I haven't stopped thinking about it all day and am tearing up as I write this. It was very hard for me to leave him this morning, and I'm going to try and spend every moment I can with him. Psychologists say that losing a pet is like losing a child. And I know that I'm going to outlive him, which doesn't lessen the pain. Anyways, here's my advice to anyone reading this; don't let your schedule be in the way of those you love. When you have free time, spend it with them, and make it count. Live for today, because we may not live till tomorrow. And if we do, we need to live so when those around us go, we can live with ourselves knowing we tried to make their lives better before they leave this world and go into the next.

So, today after work, I'm going to apply to a new job. I currently work minimum wage for 12 hours a week. I still live at home, so its not such a big deal. However, since a certain act by our legislature has been passed, I'm going to be losing fifty dollars a year. So, I'll be applying for another job that lets me earn three times as much pay an hour and I can work up to forty hours a week maximum. I'd been worried recently that my life would get nowhere since I failed the nursing exam for a third time. A lot is happening in my life right now at the moment. But, since where I work currently has internet access, I'll be applying when I'm done at work. It does not mean that I will post today what I promised yesterday. I might, if I have the time for it. But my life is currently more important than anything I will post up to this site. So, that's my rant, I'll be posting no later than Saturday unless something horrible happens *knocks on wood*. anyways, C'y'all!!!

If anyone still watches me, I'm just letting you guys know. I had vacation last week, but I couldn't do much since my kid sister got really sick. I was the only one home to be with her while everyone did their stuff. Anyways, because she got sick, I got sick. I couldn't work on much of anything since Nyquil puts me right out. So, by about tomorrow or Friday, I'll have a new story up and by today i should have a new icon, finally!! Anyways, I might also practice drawing on my tablet. My icon came out better than I thought it would, so I'm happy that not all my artistic skills have disappeared. Anyways, to the few who follow me, C'y'all!!!

So, I'm finally more active now since I got my own tablet. I'll be able to write my own stories without using the family computer (I'm strange enough in my family as it is, don't want them to know I'm a furry as well as me having a fat fetish). Anyways, I'll be writing a little vit every night for about an hour. That will put me at about one story submission a week. Anyways, gotta go. C'y'all!!!

I find fat people to be attractive, especially men. But, I am straight and a feedee. I want a gut that touches my knees when I sit, that forms a perfect pear with my body when I'm standing, a soft beach ball when I sit. I want nice clothes to be stretched to their limit, horizontal striped button ups that stretch and scream as my girth expands. I desire for my belt to stretch like taffy as I compress my obese frame into the largest booth at Dennys. I want my jiggly body to waddle when I walk and for me to be strapped to the booths back. My rump, raising me two feet high, causes me to accidentally press my bulging belly against the table, quivering obesity sliding over its edge. Someone comes by and I place an order for everything on the menu twice, plateful by plateful stuffed into my ever expanding frame. My stomach starts to hurt as it presses more into the table, my engorging giving me not a care in the world. I want to have thighs that brush up against each other, my but to move side to side. I want my arms to be as wide as my waist combined. I want all of my seams to start to split and for my buttons to be about to burst. I want folds on my waist and back that would allow my significant other to hold onto me, her arms not able to reach around at all. My ginormous frame would allow me to eat as much as I could at heart attack grill, and I would go to a buffet every chance I could allow myself.
Anyone have any typos that could possibly help me into reaching this goal?

I am super skinny yet super tall, and I wish I was bigger. Now, I don’t want to end up like a person of Walmart, so I gotta watch myself. My heritage is either fat or thin, not much in between. I want to really bulk up in fatness, not muscle. Of course having to hike to school, work, and back home is a pain, so that won’t help...yet. With all that exercise I do (not to mention the REALLY heavy backpack I carry), my metabolism goes way up. If I could keep that metabolism the same through my middle-aged years, then I will gain weight. Besides, five fat people have been my inspirations; John Goodman for being a great guy to watch, even though he throws his weight around; my step-grandfather, who has helped me get along through the past few years; a good friend of mine who was a great substitute teacher whom I met freshman year in high-school, who has been a great help in seeing life; a man who I met just a few days ago, a local cop who has taught me to live life at it’s fullest and just have a good time, even if a shotgun is thrown in your face; and one of my coworkers, who, even though he’s hampered by his weight, is still fast and happy and comfortable with being himself. These are the following fifty reasons why I want to be fat:
Warm during winter
Cushioning
Stretched stomach, more food
Heavier, more force to a punch (if needed)
I think a fat man is attractive
I like the look of clothes stretched on fat (especially dress shirts, sweater vests, tucked in clothes or all three)
I like the look of fat rings around the neck/double chins
People think you’re happy
Nice looking clothes (like a suit, etc.) make you look professional, no matter your looks
Can scare my kids if I go shirtless
People will notice me
People trust you on good food
You’ll survive longer in an emergency
The curve underneath the gut of a fat man is attractive to me
You won’t sink underwater
If I drink alcohol when I’m older, I will have less chance of a heart-attack
I like foods with gravy, BBQ and high amounts of fat in food, not veggies
I like women who are attracted to fat guys or plump women in general/both
I like to eat because it tastes good, so this would give me an excuse
When you reach middle-age, you’ll gain weight anyway, so why not begin early
You can really eat at a buffet
I like the look of smooshed or stretched fat
I like the look of fat bunched up in a lap
I like the look of a gut pressed against a flat surface or edge and seeing the curve it makes
Sugar and alcohol are empty calories, so that adds weight gain
As long as alcohol is consumed, I get a beer belly and cleared arteries
I like the look of suspenders with a belt
A distended stomach will feel very, VERY good
Hiking once a month won’t change me and will help keep some of my health up
I already know how to fight, so that knowledge won’t be lost, just slowed down
Winter, I don’t have to worry about how much I eat for more heating
A goatee (which I wish, and probably will grow) looks better on a fat person
If I can’t grow a goatee, then a walrus mustache looks good, too
A big stomach wouldn’t bother me at all, especially when I’m older and want to enjoy what little time I have left
I’m a loud laugher anyways, so there would be more force to the laugh
I’m a singer, and the bigger and heavier the person, the more force behind the note and song
I like to overeat
I don’t want to be obese, just overweight (a lot overweight)
I’ve always been underweight even though I eat my family out of house and home
I have a pretty good sense of humor, so someone poking fun at my weight wouldn’t bother me
A gut in the way wouldn’t bother me
The saying, “A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” would be so true with me
I would be the really “happy-go-lucky” looking grandfather
A fat man reclining must be really comfortable, so I want to be that fat man
I want big love-handles
I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a jiggling front side
I want to be broad in the beams
Wondered what it’s like to get stuck in a chair
Every man may want a certain type of girl that falls into the stereotypical “hot girl”, and I like big chicks. A dog likes a bone, a man likes meat. But, even though women have their “hot guy” types, they are more forgiving on looks, because for me, a fat man would be able to support a family monetarily and nutritionally (even though it’s an unhealthy choice). Besides . . .
You only live once, right?


Those are my reasons for wanting to be fat AND why I’m a fatfur.