Interesting musings inspired by Bellissima " I do love that ..

Interesting musings inspired by Bellissima " I do love that this stuff is even infecting your sense of humor…. More and more of your life revolving around food, and the shameless gluttony of consuming more than you need…. As ironically this gluttony consumes you…. What do you even have left? What part of you hasn’t yet been tainted by your gluttonous need to punish the fit, rock climbing, Mira with more food? You gorge while you work, you make a pig of yourself at work, you binge in public waddling out of restaurants shamelessly belching because deep down you know people look at you and realize you clearly have a problem with food. You have no hobbies apart from stuffing your face till your sick and browsing feedist smut fantasizing about your future, as if it’s just a fantasy now. Even mundane things have become all about your food fueled self destruction. Struggling to get dressed, wheezing and sweating at a simple walk down the stairs…. There’s literally no escape anymore from the reminders that you’ve eaten yourself nearly inhuman….

Do you ever think about it? How your entire life slowly has centered around food and fat? How you’re constantly confronted with the fact that your fantasy isn’t a fantasy anymore? How it’s only a matter of time till you’re permanently pinned to your bed with genuinely no other purpose left in life but food. I’m sure you’ve somehow diluted yourself into thinking you won’t get to that point. You couldn’t throw away all your potential, throw away your life for a horny fantasy…. But the fact is you already have. It’s only a matter of time till you hit the next bench mark. Till you get too fat to get yourself off, your old pleasure left being food. A spiraling feed back loop of gluttony. Getting more turned on as you gorge, yet being too fat to do anything about it so you continue to eat. Stuck in a constant state of desire, a permanent zone of fueling your lust with food until you’re left puking the calories all over your destroyed body. And where does it go from there? Relying more and more on making content to fuel your food addiction as you leave your job behind to do nothing but lay in bed and consume? No hobbies, no job, nothing left. Trapped in your apartment, dependent on deliveries as all of your time becomes consumed by your consumption…. And then what? Being so diluted you don’t recognize it’s getting harder and harder to lift your weak, heavy body from your bed till one day you find yourself squirming, cemented to your mattress by the overflowing lard you’ve pumped yourself full of…."