Y'know, it was fun at first. I'd always loved the idea of being huge and soft, and I'd thought many times about how wonderful it would be to carry around a belly large enough to press against my thighs. Now it presses against the floor, and it's still getting bigger. Originally, I had set myself a milestone of 600 pounds, and I would eat past the point of fullness every day. I wanted to stretch out my stomach so I could eat even more the next day, but by the time I had reached my goal, because of my now ravenous hunger, I just continued to gain. Now I don't even know how much I weigh. I lost track sometime after a thousand pounds. If I wanted to weight myself now, I would have to lift my gigantic belly off of the floor just for the scale to be accurate, and even if I could manage to do that, I would probably just break it.

Now I can't even leave the house anymore. I've tried, but the doorway is too small for me, and there's no way in hell I'm gonna let anyone catch me trying to shove my humongous girth through it. It's not like I would get very far if I managed to get through the doorframe anyway. I'm too big for a car, too big for a bus... What, am I supposed to call an uber with a uhaul or something? I think I would die of embarrassment. And I'm certainly not walking. It's hard enough moving between the computer and the door when I order food. And when I try to walk, I have to push my massive belly across the floor, kicking it forward with my legs, waiting for it to stop sloshing just so I can give it another push. Just crossing the room leaves me out of breath.

I wonder though, if this really was a mistake after all? I had a feeling that this would happen if I just kept eating, yet I still did it. There was definitely a part of me that wanted to get bigger than 600 pounds. Hell, there's a part of me now that still wants to get bigger. I know that it's stupid, but I can't deny that I want it. It's probably what caused my carelessness. I wonder how long it will be until I can't move at all? And what would I even do if it came to that point? Would it even be possible to lose weight after that? Should I just stop before it's too late? Maybe I should...

Oh... Pizza's here. Maybe I'll stop tomorrow...

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Alrighty, so I haven't uploaded anything new in forever. It's not that I haven't been getting any new art, because I have from time to time. I'm just too lazy to upload any of it, lol. This is my first time writing a story for an art piece that I commissioned though, so that's something! Even though it's a bit short. I also coloured in this piece while  SmallerGod did the lineart, so that's something else that's new.

Well, I can't think of anything else to say, soooo... bye!



Lineart by  SmallerGod
Colouring by meeeeeeee