I know how you think, fatboy.

"I want to become a little fat."

And you do. you over eat consistently, you start to expand out in size, your clothes get tight, you jiggle slightly when you walk, you jerk off to your little belly fat and puffy chest in the mirror. Your ass feels tighter in the seat of your pants, and you notice your face filling out, and thickening on your sides. You're not so bony, and you like the taste of food more than you used to.

"I want to grow even fatter."

So you eat and eat and eat as your capacity grows day in and day out. Your belly pushes out, rounding out as you feed it more and more, it starts to hang over your waist line. You can cup your chest fat in your hands, your nippes are bigger and more sensitive. You're popping buttons, first on your pants as your ass balloons and your chubby thighs rub together, and later your shirts after you've stuffed yourself too much. Highly physical tasks leave you sweatier and more out of breath, you feel the effects of having grown heavy. You develop little angry stretch marks over your most blubbery parts, your body not used to swelling so much with so much fat, and yet you keep overfeeding yourself.

"I still want to get fatter."

You realize it's taking more calories for you to gain the same amount of weight, so you spend most of your time stuffed full after gorging yourself constantly full of high calorie foods and drinks. You're obese, the fat guy wherever you go, always looking for your next bit of food. You've gotten used to opperating with the side effects of having eating way too much, this becomes your normal. Your body continues to swell all over in every direction, week after week, month after month, bigger and rounder, and you keep eating. Your fat moobs push out your thick, sausage like arms. Your fingers round out fat and succulent, your once thin ankles no longer show a clear difference from where they end and your calves begin. You breathe heavily after going up stairs, your heavy body jiggling with each step. Your dick gets lost in a big, fat roll under your big, bulging belly.

"I will grow even fatter."

Despite having already become unreasonably fat, you continue to push yourself to overeat, priorizing your weight gain over all else. You can't help but hornily stuff your fat, obese face as often as you can, addicted to fat and sugar. Any side effects don't bother you, a cpap is a small price to pay to have your once handsome face become encased in increasing amounts of fat, and not being able to run doesn't bother you. You'd rather be sitting on your huge ass anyway, stuffing yourself and fighting your blubbery fat pad to jerk yourself off. You don't fit in normal places like roller coasters and airplane seats, but this turns you on, and you want to outgrow even more spaces. You're used to wearing clothes that cling to your huge, blubbery, massively round and out of shape body. Going to the store is a lot of work and a lot of money, effort and money that could be put towards making yourself even bigger. Your hobbies reflect your size, you haven't step foot in a gym in years. You made your body an incapable giant pile of jiggling blubber, and yet

"I have grow even fatter."