Day in the Life of a Fat Girl

How nice! I got to sleep in this morning. I needed it since I was up late last night raiding the fridge for whatever I could find. My belly is empty but it has a new round, softness to it, as it has every morning since I've become addicted to shoveling fattening food down my throat like a pig on the daily.

Time to get up! It's so hard to pull my big out of shape body out of bed because this big belly just gets in the way of everything. I also need to stretch because carrying all this extra weight has also put some stress on my back.

After admiring my new rolls, I head straight for the fridge. I hope there's something left to eat after my embarrassingly greedy raid last night. Even bending down is hard for me. I wish I could have just stayed in bed and had a breakfast buffet delivered to me. Oh well, I'm sure I'll find something.

I've found something yummy on the top shelf! Im too fat and lazy to pick it out and put it on the plate and sit down like a normal person, so I'll just eat it with my hands and face like a fat greedy pig.

What a breakfast. I've finished almost all the chocolate milk in my fridge, a few slices of bread, some maple syrup with my leftover french toast from the diner the other day, and 2 pudding cups. I can already feel my belly getting full.

Time to do the dishes. Just because I eat like a pig doesn't mean I have to live like one. If only this big gut wasn't getting in the way of everything.

After dishes, it's time for a shower. It feels so good to shower when I'm full. Feeling my fat protruding and new fat settling itself in from what I just ate on my underbelly and thighs as I rub myself all over. Its such a great start to the day.

Admiring my curves from all these angles is making me feel hungry again.

Time to get out, dry off and get dressed for the day. Something comfy like this t-shirt and leggings. I know they're a bit small, but hey, all of my clothes are. I'm not sure why. It's probably because they just shrunk in the wash, because its been happening a lot lately!

I don't think it has anything to do with me constantly shoving and funneling food into my body and being lazy on the couch all day. Anyway, this shirt is still a little roomy, so maybe I should go eat something.

Mmm! My favorite. Another bag of chocolate chip cookies. It seems that I've been buying a new bag every few days. They're just so addicting, I can't just have only one... or two... okay, maybe the whole bag. Just don't tell anyone okay? It's so embarrassing, I have no self-control. It just feels so good. Ugh, its so annoying how this shirt keeps riding up and my belly keeps peeking out. I might as well just take it off altogether.

Wow, now that my shirt is off I didn't realize how tight this sports bra actually was. Anyway, while I was devouring my chocolate chip cookies (I may or may not have eating the whole bag again like a glutton, oops), my mac and cheese was cooking. Mac and cheese has to be one of my favorites. Its so easy to make, and its even easier to eat.

Yum. After a whole bag of cookies and a box of mac and cheese all to myself, my belly is warm and full. It feel so good to squeeze and play with all my new fat.

Even my belly button seems to be growing deeper recently. I remember just last year I could barely fit one finger inside, but now I can push 2 fingers in halfway. It feels so good, It's times like these I wish I could just lay down in my food coma and have someone fuck my belly button with their huge cock, and not to mention fucking my fat rolls too... Speaking of laying down, Im feeling really heavy and drowsy... I need to go take a nap.

Wow... I didn't realize how big I've gotten until I saw myself at this angle. This is so embarrassing. I've completely let myself go. My body is ruined forever, there's no going back, even if I tried. These deep, thick rolls are never going away. And these stretch marks are huge and so dark! This huge fat pad isn't going anywhere either. Might as well keep going and just enjoy life, eating what I want, when I want, succumbing to gluttony and greed and becoming a fully-fledged lazy fuck-pig.

I wake up in the middle of the night from my food coma ravenously searching for something to pour down my throat... thankfully I have some chocolate milk left. Next time, I'll have to get more. After I chug the thick, fattening drink down, I go back to sleep, excited to wake up tomorrow even bigger than I am tonight.