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February 17, 2011
"I have no face," writes ~LightningRodOfHate in The American Obesity Problem. This satirical piece of creative nonfiction explores the faceless through their ultimate goal of heart failure, "the only victory that will satiate this appetite!"
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I have no face. There was a time when I may have owned one, but this is a fuzzy half-memory. In fact, it may be entirely an invention of fantasy. These days, regardless of my history, I know for a fact that I have no face. However, I have been granted a name: The American Obesity Problem. And I am growing in the United States. You may have seen me on television. You may have been witness to my disconcerting back cleavage and mystified by the seamless transition my legs make from my calves into my ankles. You probably saw my unsettlingly large, shelf-like behind as it strained against my tight Capri pants that I swore I would fit into someday and, when I didn't lose the weight, decided to wear anyway because, "If I spend more than $30 on pants I better damn well find a way to squeeze into them." You may have caught a glance of ponytail resting on my back, or a peek at several of my lower chins. But, if you've seen me at all, you can say with confidence that I do not have a face. I have a plethora of everything else, but that is one thing I do not have.
There was a time when I thought I may be a woman—but I am not. I am The American Obesity Problem. Women are not obese. Women are creatures with perfectly smooth hair, smooth skin, smooth voices…but, most importantly, women have faces. Faces with large, engaging eyes that hide behind long, fluttering eyelashes. Faces that are graced with petite, feminine noses. Faces with plump, red, moist lips. Faces that smile and laugh and contort to emote coyness. Have you ever attempted to be coy without owning a face? One time, in 2009, I attempted such an endeavor and it left spectators believing that my hip was out of joint. I was so upset that I wanted to cry but, without a face, I wasn't properly equipped with the tear ducts that are required.
I have been told by close friends, in confidence, that women have sex. I'm still not completely convinced of this rumor's validity, but my sources are fairly reliable. I do have several friends who are women themselves. In all honesty, I remain skeptical. For nearly two decades I have believed that women, like The American Obesity Problem, spawn at random. I spawn, you see—I appear as if by magic. One night I am an unsuspecting human being with hopes and dreams, full of love and ambition, and then, the next morning, I am mystically transformed into The American Obesity Problem. I was never born. I will never procreate. I have no gender. I've looked—I've set out on expeditions, you see. It takes planning and provisions to search for any sign of gender on The American Obesity Problem. There's quite a bit of ground to cover. Quite a bit of flesh to explore. I returned sadly from each journey only gleaning knowledge of endless rolls of fat. They extend for eternity into some great abyss I have yet to fully understand. There is nothing else there, no sign of any kind of life or vitality or feeling. On one occasion I brought a Sherpa with me, but he got lost somewhere—enveloped, rather. I wonder if I'll ever see him again…
It is quite interesting to be an asexual blob living in a world whose axis spins on the idea of sex. I press my fleshy, faceless cranium against the thick pane of glass that separates me from everyone and everything else, and I attempt to observe. Which is quite difficult without eyes, I admit, but you develop other sorts of senses as part of The American Obesity Problem. Fatty perceptions that the rest of society is not privy to. You watch women struggle into tight, low-cut shirts and hear them claim they enjoy cutting off the circulation in their breasts and that they are not—definitely NOT—trying to grab anyone's attention. You watch men lift weights up and down in endless repetition in the hope that they will lose their insecurities like you lost that pen you swear you just had five minutes ago. Then there are the instances when both genders pound down drink after drink after drink so that their stark biological differences are made inconsequential. At this point, they are able to converse freely and—according to rumor—copulate. Or, perhaps, they simply meditate on the idea.
I have been witness to such things because I am in a peculiarly rare situation. Most members of The American Obesity Problem are not college students like I am. Education is not terribly important to many of us. Typically, food is the priority. And lack of exercise. We love not exercising. If we could not exercise all week, we would—and quite frequently do. But a college education is about binge drinking and spring break bikini contests and sleeping through class and loveless sex and pregnancy scares. Clearly this excludes The American Obesity Problem, as most of us would much rather read a book or write an essay. There has to be activity between food and not exercising to break up the monotony, and I find that reading books or writing essays helps pass the time. Yet, without one solitary pregnancy scare, I've somehow managed to maintain a decent GPA. If I had parents, I'm sure they'd feel a slight tinge of pride that might, momentarily, outweigh the guilt and shame of having The American Obesity Problem as a child.
I have vague recollections of being a child—which is strange, because they can't possibly be true. They must be fabrications; illusions of the mind. Perhaps these memories are dreams. I recall one such dream, and it included an ice cream party. I was, allegedly, in the sixth grade. A boy, mindlessly licking his frozen treat, approached me with an incredulous look on his face. "Why are you eating that?" he asked, pointing to the vanilla ice cream cone melting in my hand. "Aren't you already fat enough?" I stared at him for a moment, blinking with eyes I couldn't have possibly had, yet distinctly remember. After this brief moment, I responded. "No. No, I am not fat enough. I must continue to eat and gorge myself; shovel in the ice cream. I am not nearly as fat as I could be. There's so much potential! I will grow to be part of The American Obesity Problem, and you can't stop me!" At which point I consumed the entire cone in one gigantic bite. "I am America's future!" I proclaimed. I jumped onto one of the desks, commanding the attention of all the other sixth grade children in the room, and proceeded to give a speech to the captive audience:
"I am America's future! I will be the consumer of super-sized value meals and, simultaneously, diet pills that have not been approved by the FDA. One of the two—or both in tandem—will lead to cardiac arrest. And that, my friends, is my ultimate goal. There is comfort in knowing that I have planned to end my life via heart attack. I may settle for a severe case of diabetes to tide me over, but heart failure is the only victory that will satiate this appetite! Until then, until success, I will perpetuate industry. I will consume. I will spin the cogs of this great nation. And when I say 'great' I don't mean 'good,' I mean 'LARGE'—large in capital letters. It is my duty to make sure America remains the greatest country in the world! My cause is just, my religion is Consumerism, and my fuel is ice cream. If you have any iota of patriotism, you will give up your ice cream right now! You will hand your cones to me! You will witness as, one after another, I shove them down my throat. And I will grow, my friends. I will grow into The American Obesity Problem!" My cries were suddenly muted by rapturous applause.
Then, as effortlessly as it weaved itself into my psyche, the dream unhinges and recoils into some dark corner of the mind. There is a strange, backwards relief in this fantasy that plays itself out on the stage of my subconscious. The dream implies choice. That I had a decision to make—a desire, even—to become part of The American Obesity Problem. I can't claim full knowledge of how I properly spawned, but that is the dream that always springs to mind when I struggle to remember. I'm not entirely sure what to make of it, but I do love the dreams in which I appear to be human.
The American Obesity Problem is not human. Our species is something modern science is still trying to comprehend and classify. But, as a virtually undefined genus, we don't have many of the rights that most human beings take for granted. Like dignity, for example. Or respect. We are frequent fodder for comedians and pedestrians alike. Why not? There is, after all, nothing worse than being part of The American Obesity Problem. In a "Most Disgusting" contest, our flabby folds will beat out any challenger, any day of the week. Our asexual spawning confuses and alienates humans. Our apparent lack of self-awareness and disdain for proper bodily upkeep is inexplicable. Our desire to be hated and loathed is unfathomable. We are a misunderstood group, though there are many of us. We make vain attempts to become human, to be accepted into a foreign culture, to forge a path between worlds.
I know. I've tried.
At the end of the day, all that's left to me are those wonderful dreams. Under the quiet blanket of endless stars, I feel the impossible could be possible. I am inspired to imagine myself in a woman's body. I grant myself the ability to dream of a time and a place in which I am human. The folds of endless fat lift up and over my head like a poorly fitting costume I can now freely discard on the floor. I feel the ability to breathe fully. I drift and float and feel light. I sometimes drift right into someone else's arms by accident. Sometimes they are arms that belong to a man. He smiles, and kisses my forehead, and reaches his arms around me with ease. He doesn't have to stretch and strain, but simply embraces as if it were wholly natural. And that makes me smile. I smile a big smile with coy lips and engaging eyes that ask him not to let go. My entire face lights up—and suddenly I'm aware that I have a face. I have a face. And, if I'm lucky, I imagine I have a name. And even luckier still, I have all of these things, and…
…and I am loved.
There was a time when I thought I may be a woman—but I am not. I am The American Obesity Problem. Women are not obese. Women are creatures with perfectly smooth hair, smooth skin, smooth voices…but, most importantly, women have faces. Faces with large, engaging eyes that hide behind long, fluttering eyelashes. Faces that are graced with petite, feminine noses. Faces with plump, red, moist lips. Faces that smile and laugh and contort to emote coyness. Have you ever attempted to be coy without owning a face? One time, in 2009, I attempted such an endeavor and it left spectators believing that my hip was out of joint. I was so upset that I wanted to cry but, without a face, I wasn't properly equipped with the tear ducts that are required.
I have been told by close friends, in confidence, that women have sex. I'm still not completely convinced of this rumor's validity, but my sources are fairly reliable. I do have several friends who are women themselves. In all honesty, I remain skeptical. For nearly two decades I have believed that women, like The American Obesity Problem, spawn at random. I spawn, you see—I appear as if by magic. One night I am an unsuspecting human being with hopes and dreams, full of love and ambition, and then, the next morning, I am mystically transformed into The American Obesity Problem. I was never born. I will never procreate. I have no gender. I've looked—I've set out on expeditions, you see. It takes planning and provisions to search for any sign of gender on The American Obesity Problem. There's quite a bit of ground to cover. Quite a bit of flesh to explore. I returned sadly from each journey only gleaning knowledge of endless rolls of fat. They extend for eternity into some great abyss I have yet to fully understand. There is nothing else there, no sign of any kind of life or vitality or feeling. On one occasion I brought a Sherpa with me, but he got lost somewhere—enveloped, rather. I wonder if I'll ever see him again…
It is quite interesting to be an asexual blob living in a world whose axis spins on the idea of sex. I press my fleshy, faceless cranium against the thick pane of glass that separates me from everyone and everything else, and I attempt to observe. Which is quite difficult without eyes, I admit, but you develop other sorts of senses as part of The American Obesity Problem. Fatty perceptions that the rest of society is not privy to. You watch women struggle into tight, low-cut shirts and hear them claim they enjoy cutting off the circulation in their breasts and that they are not—definitely NOT—trying to grab anyone's attention. You watch men lift weights up and down in endless repetition in the hope that they will lose their insecurities like you lost that pen you swear you just had five minutes ago. Then there are the instances when both genders pound down drink after drink after drink so that their stark biological differences are made inconsequential. At this point, they are able to converse freely and—according to rumor—copulate. Or, perhaps, they simply meditate on the idea.
I have been witness to such things because I am in a peculiarly rare situation. Most members of The American Obesity Problem are not college students like I am. Education is not terribly important to many of us. Typically, food is the priority. And lack of exercise. We love not exercising. If we could not exercise all week, we would—and quite frequently do. But a college education is about binge drinking and spring break bikini contests and sleeping through class and loveless sex and pregnancy scares. Clearly this excludes The American Obesity Problem, as most of us would much rather read a book or write an essay. There has to be activity between food and not exercising to break up the monotony, and I find that reading books or writing essays helps pass the time. Yet, without one solitary pregnancy scare, I've somehow managed to maintain a decent GPA. If I had parents, I'm sure they'd feel a slight tinge of pride that might, momentarily, outweigh the guilt and shame of having The American Obesity Problem as a child.
I have vague recollections of being a child—which is strange, because they can't possibly be true. They must be fabrications; illusions of the mind. Perhaps these memories are dreams. I recall one such dream, and it included an ice cream party. I was, allegedly, in the sixth grade. A boy, mindlessly licking his frozen treat, approached me with an incredulous look on his face. "Why are you eating that?" he asked, pointing to the vanilla ice cream cone melting in my hand. "Aren't you already fat enough?" I stared at him for a moment, blinking with eyes I couldn't have possibly had, yet distinctly remember. After this brief moment, I responded. "No. No, I am not fat enough. I must continue to eat and gorge myself; shovel in the ice cream. I am not nearly as fat as I could be. There's so much potential! I will grow to be part of The American Obesity Problem, and you can't stop me!" At which point I consumed the entire cone in one gigantic bite. "I am America's future!" I proclaimed. I jumped onto one of the desks, commanding the attention of all the other sixth grade children in the room, and proceeded to give a speech to the captive audience:
"I am America's future! I will be the consumer of super-sized value meals and, simultaneously, diet pills that have not been approved by the FDA. One of the two—or both in tandem—will lead to cardiac arrest. And that, my friends, is my ultimate goal. There is comfort in knowing that I have planned to end my life via heart attack. I may settle for a severe case of diabetes to tide me over, but heart failure is the only victory that will satiate this appetite! Until then, until success, I will perpetuate industry. I will consume. I will spin the cogs of this great nation. And when I say 'great' I don't mean 'good,' I mean 'LARGE'—large in capital letters. It is my duty to make sure America remains the greatest country in the world! My cause is just, my religion is Consumerism, and my fuel is ice cream. If you have any iota of patriotism, you will give up your ice cream right now! You will hand your cones to me! You will witness as, one after another, I shove them down my throat. And I will grow, my friends. I will grow into The American Obesity Problem!" My cries were suddenly muted by rapturous applause.
Then, as effortlessly as it weaved itself into my psyche, the dream unhinges and recoils into some dark corner of the mind. There is a strange, backwards relief in this fantasy that plays itself out on the stage of my subconscious. The dream implies choice. That I had a decision to make—a desire, even—to become part of The American Obesity Problem. I can't claim full knowledge of how I properly spawned, but that is the dream that always springs to mind when I struggle to remember. I'm not entirely sure what to make of it, but I do love the dreams in which I appear to be human.
The American Obesity Problem is not human. Our species is something modern science is still trying to comprehend and classify. But, as a virtually undefined genus, we don't have many of the rights that most human beings take for granted. Like dignity, for example. Or respect. We are frequent fodder for comedians and pedestrians alike. Why not? There is, after all, nothing worse than being part of The American Obesity Problem. In a "Most Disgusting" contest, our flabby folds will beat out any challenger, any day of the week. Our asexual spawning confuses and alienates humans. Our apparent lack of self-awareness and disdain for proper bodily upkeep is inexplicable. Our desire to be hated and loathed is unfathomable. We are a misunderstood group, though there are many of us. We make vain attempts to become human, to be accepted into a foreign culture, to forge a path between worlds.
I know. I've tried.
At the end of the day, all that's left to me are those wonderful dreams. Under the quiet blanket of endless stars, I feel the impossible could be possible. I am inspired to imagine myself in a woman's body. I grant myself the ability to dream of a time and a place in which I am human. The folds of endless fat lift up and over my head like a poorly fitting costume I can now freely discard on the floor. I feel the ability to breathe fully. I drift and float and feel light. I sometimes drift right into someone else's arms by accident. Sometimes they are arms that belong to a man. He smiles, and kisses my forehead, and reaches his arms around me with ease. He doesn't have to stretch and strain, but simply embraces as if it were wholly natural. And that makes me smile. I smile a big smile with coy lips and engaging eyes that ask him not to let go. My entire face lights up—and suddenly I'm aware that I have a face. I have a face. And, if I'm lucky, I imagine I have a name. And even luckier still, I have all of these things, and…
…and I am loved.
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The juice girls down fall. (Feeding/slob)
Alright guys! Meet my new oc miss jade. I spent two days writing this story and tried my best to give her a proper entrance onto the scene. WARNING. Sexual acts and themes if you do not. Like this i encourage to just scroll past. The two girls leave the scene of the crime running g down a dark alley way  quickly " come on Sally she'll be here soon "  a pasty blonde girl yells to her friend " slow down beth that fat ass can't catch us she's never been able to! " the girls hear the siren blaring " fucking cops. Think we spent to long teaching that porker a lesson in health?  " beth laughs " hell no. Pig was drinking milkshakes and devouring fast food all day. so what we accelerated his weight gain? Bitch'll never even look at a fast food place again without feeling sick "  sally mutters " no one ever thanks us for the public service we provide for these hogs " as they run farther and farther they soon disappear into the night The young cop enters the apartment of the juice girls poor victim. the cop enter to a putrid smell a chubby brunette  alone with her gun drawn. Loud sounds of anguish are heard. She groans as with every step the stench hits her nose harder. " ugh is that brussel sprouts? and, why is it so strong? " a loud belch is heard from deeper in the domicile. She hesitantly walks closer and closer her face starting to crinkle as the smell becomes more potent. continuing to hear gassy sounds that keep smelling worse. she soon steps in somthing. quickly she looks down. " what the?.....dammit the juice bitches got another one " before she can Investigate she hears  in a slurred tone " nooooooo moooore.....green drink pleeeeeaase " she walks up to the open doorway to be met with quite a site. dozens of gallon jugs littered around a broken bed frame a fattened man looks with glazed eyes the green liquid covering the entire front of his gelatinous mass at the cop "pleeeease no more....." the young cop walks up pushing the jugs out of the way with her boot as the man winces in pain he begs " please....I'll eat healthy i swear no more sprout juice pleeeeeeease" the cop sighs looking at him calmly assuring the man " dont worry sir. The ambulance will be here soon " she says cautiously placing her free hand on his distended gut beginning to softly rub and push down trying to release some of the gas and pain " BUUUURAAAP....." he whimpers " no more green drink? " the cop happily puts her hand on his cheek " no more green drink " back to the juice girls who are finally home thinking they're safe. they undress from they're old clothes tossed them into the wash and get ready for bed putting on they're loose pj's  they go to their beds. In their own rooms both think about how the poor fat man begged for mercy the entire time. beth lays down thinking about the filth she subjected herself to with a sigh of annoyance " so hard being a health hero. No one ever thanks us for the lessons we teach..." she shakes her head softly and nods off not even ten minutes after she feel asleep she hears a voice saying words she can't currently make out  that causes her to awake grogily hearing it again this time she feels her body in moving but she isn't doing it she tries to speak nothing happens her mind starts to race as her eyes open to see the very person they were running from in the alley the one who called the cops more then likely  miss jade Her body gets up with ease as miss jade chuckles mischievously " enjoy that while you can beth after im done punshing you. Even that simple movement will be a marathon " beths eyes bolt with anger at the fat woman her face covered by a shinning faceless mask her body suit hugging huge amounts of soft fat. miss jade crosses her arms seeing beths eyes " tsk tsk tsk.  Go on to the living room. Sally is already waiting for you " beth is screaming in her head for control of her body. but its useless except for her eyes nothing is in her control. Beth walks slowly to the living room followed by miss jade practically on her heels scolding beth on her size " twigs the lot of ya. Dont you know this country is the fattest in the world?. Looks like your gonna Have to hammer that lesson. " beth asks her self in a thought " doesn't she mean she'll have to? " beth gets to the living room to see an emotionless Sally sitting on the couch wearing her smallest shirt and shorts. The coffee table having two small saucers each with a single pill. And a large cups of white liquid  Miss jade whispers in beths ear " join her and I'll explain " beths body does as told to as soon as they are both on the couch keeping the form of perfect little dolls miss jade stands infront of them saying happily " the juice girls. Ive been hunting you two for the last two months. Wanan know how I found ya? " Sally and beths eyes gaze at miss jade waiting " well girls your friends in the police department were very susceptible to my curves. All i had to do was easy press my bulk on his arm hugging it. And he sang like a canary  i belive the exact words were " I'll give you anything you want just please let me rub your  belly. " Sally and beths eyes start to become beady in rage in their heads already making plans for revenge  but miss jade explains more "well 20 minutes later of me getting every ounce of my flabby beautiful body being caressed and pushing his face into my bulk. He gave me your adress. " now on to the pills " Miss jade becomes silent for a second leaving them in suspense breaking the silence with a phrase " expando pills code sigma 280 pound  goal weight "  the pills start to glow  as the girls look in horror " go on girls take your vitamins " at a snail's pace both of them in unison pick up the pills and pop them in they're mouth each picking up they're own glass miss jade says wickedly " drink up " the two bring the glases to they're lips and begin to drink and drink gulping down the thick overly sweet liquid  as soon as they're done and the cups part from they're mouths leaving mustaches miss jade says calmly " did you girls enjoy your heavy cream? " beth mentally gags and Sally starts screaming in her head about her ruined diet. Miss jade sweetly adds " two cups of sugar each with some flavorless weight gian powders makes the expando pills start to act a lot faster with that elixir " beth and Sally's faces begin to cry tears flowing as their faces are still set in place look at miss jade " awww dont worry girls. you two are gonna fix your health nut ways in a second. " Sally simply says in her mind   " what the fuck? "  beth does the same miss jade then says in the most seductive voice to beth " bethy baby Sally looks far too hungry go get the treats i have for both of you in the kitchen beth proceeds to do so screaming at her body to stop. But she walks in a brisk pace to her kitchenette to find what to a diet crazed woman like her is a night mare four boxs from the local bakery. Normally this would be a cheat day type of thing but she knows this bakery. They literally put lard in the icing and all of their products. She grabs them and walks back go the living room to see somthing unexpected Sally has her legs spread out  eyes darting all over the room her mouth open and waiting. beth walks over seeing her friend helpless she already knows what miss jade is planning " beth what are you doing? Don't be so rude Sally is hungry feed her. One of the boxes go on " beths body places the boxes on the table opening the one on the very top to show a  a thick heavy choclate cake. She begins look around for a knife but miss jade starts giggling " looking for somthing to cut a slice? Come on silly  Sally's is hungry and I bet if you just. I don't know. Pick up the cake from the bottom? she would more then likely eat it if you just keep pressing it further into her mouth shes so hungry. so won't even think of stopping " beths body does it taking the cake out of the box with her bare hands the frosting covering her palms as her skinny fingers dig into the sinful delight meant for a birthday party as Sallys eyes continue crying beth is apologizing in her head " Sally please forgive me we'll get this bitch i promise " beth pushes enough of the cake into sallys mouth for her to start eating and Sally does so with so much youthful vigor. much to beths suprise Sally begins doing somthing unthinkable she starts snorting loudly grunting and yelling through the thick sickeningly sweet mouthfuls " MORE PIGGY NEEDS MORE " miss jade shakes her head in delight " as Sally's mind is in shambles knowing all she can do is listen she continues to chomping down her pigish behavior only getting worse and worse hallways through the tears have stopped she had cried so much they've dried she tries to close her eyes to pretend this is not happening but other then a quick blink they are fused open the only chance she gets to breath is when she takes a mouthful and before its pushed back in she quickly swallows beth notices somthing scary. She sees Sally stomach its becoming a stretched out bag of fat but that doesn't make sense she was the perfect skinny woman at the start of this feeding beths eyes dart it miss jade. She stands there arms crossed " good job bethy don't worry look at Sally she's almost done what a good fatty right " beths mouth says without hesitation " yes miss jade Sally is a good piggy. we can only hope to be as glorious as you. " beth couldnt be more freaked out at this she thought  miss jade couldnt make her speak. Beth tries to call for help but its only a wail in her mind scape. As all this is happening beth feels a sharp pain closing on her finger she looks back at Sally to see  she's bit beths finger miss jade with a boisterous laugh then a mock scolding tone " Sally bad girl. Beth honey go ahead and sit down Sally is gonna learn her lesson by giving you a treat now " Sally heaves her self up her new found belly so soft and plush. mysteriously with an entire cake. she should have a taught  basketball thats bright pink right? Before she can ponder anymore her body grabs the next box tries opening the box but the lid is stuck. she tries again and it flies open Sally looks to see somthing horrifying. thick eclairs practically on the verge of bursting from the amount of cream in each one.while holding the box to her body beth stands her eyes looking lustfully at it. Inside her mind she dare to say " those look good....why do they look good? " beth then sits down and opens her mouth wide. Sally's places the tip of the ecliar to beths jaw quivers with excitement she's beginning to want this.she looks at Sally with pericing stare filled greed. Sally sees this and feels somthing happening. her panties feel moist without needing miss jades intervention Sally pushes almost more then half the eclair in beths mouth beth sensually bites down. a nuclear bomb of cream fills her cheeks the sweet decadent choclate the soft warm pastrie  with pride in her voice  she roars whike her mouth is filled to its limits " uggggh.......soooo God damn good.....I need more  " Sally starts breathing shakily looking down at beth and shoves in the rest before beth can even swallow her current mouthful clasping her hand around beths mouth feeling the warmth come from her breath. both of their eyes start to flutter. Miss jade whispers to her self " nothing like a spritz of my special spray in the cream  to cut the tension here " Sally and beth numb to the world as this happens. Sally continues to feed beth the heavy logs of opulent goodness. the next one is fed more forcefully crammed whole  into beths eager maw. Beth happily chews as quick as possible her mind has slowed down from before the panic is vanishing slowly and her crotch is quickly getting more and more wet. Again beth swallows an entire eclaire as its shoved in this process repeats its self gradually picking up speed with every one making its way in. 3 done in mere seconds. Another devoured then another and another one etc etc soon Sally's hastily tries to grab more. But she is met with an empty box she seems disappointed but beth doesn't she's too busy savoring the feast using her tongue to clean her lips her eyes looking like their in a deep trance of pure ecstacy Sally looks at her friend. eye the new features her arms have fully blown up so much that her pj's are cutting into the sheer amount of flab. her pants look like sausage casing fit to burst. and, her breasts have gone from washboard to d cups. she has grown at least two more chins and her belly is somthing to behold its bigger then Sally's. Miss jade sees this grining behind her mask as she instructs once more "  now sit down Sally time to see what you've both learned " Sally does as told and miss jade sits between them taking off her mask. to show a long beautiful green pony tail and her stunning pink eyes wearing purple lipstick she brings the two newly fattend piggies closer. holding them to her ample pillow like flab cooeing to both of them " why don't you two feed miss jade. Dont you want me to be happy to? " miss jade picks up the third box and places it on her lap showing a box filled with choclate  donut holes  miss jade chirps " my favorite! Well what are you girls waiting for " pursing her lips waiting for one to make the move beth picks up a single donut pushing it in like a quarter to an arcade machine miss jade chews at a normal pace and swallows and opens her mouth again Sally does the same as beth. For what feels like days that has actauly been one maybe two hours they taking they're time with they're new found pleasure. Sally feeds jade the final one. Miss jade smiles as she chews this one looking at the girls with glee ' well girls you've come a long way from the panic little twigs I started out with now here's a question. Ready for the last course? " beth and sally nod rubbing they're faces into miss jades belly. Jade knocks down the third box and picks up the fourth. She opens it to show its another packed box. but this isn't a large number eClaire's or any individuals morsel. the entire box is filled with  a dark chocolate  mouse. beths and Sally's eyes light up and miss jade simply tells them "go on feed whoever of the two of you. deems of needing it more " beth and Sally's eyes meet and without a word they agree they both take large messy handfuls and feed eachother. Their faces covered in chocolate and eachothers hands leaving the others mouth as they feels even more turned on. Not noticing miss jades sneaky fingers making they're way down into the girls undergarments reaching into their cavernous thighs waiting for the right moment the girls keep a steady pace feeding eachother with such lust for more fat on one anothers body they're smiles are beaming forming after each mouthful. They're bodies continue growing faster then before. the pj's once so large on them tear completely with each gluttonous bite they're minds are only focused on feeding eachother. the same predicament as with the eClaire's happens. empty hands reach Into an empty box Sally and beth both look at eachothers newly chubby digits and almost on instinct hold hands Miss jade then ambushes the both of them by full throttling their  g spots with her fingers sending a tsunami of indescribable pleasure through both of they're bodies overloading them into drooling messes. Instantly convulsing with a mount everest amount of pleasure falling asleep. When they wake they're hands are still tightly griped they're arms and bodies positioned to have their new found mass pressed against eachother. They former juice girls examine they're bodies  Their bellys together would dwarf the people they once were on they're own. Everything is so much bigger they're thighs are the size of propane tanks they're arms so big and soft they could be mistaken for large chair cushions their breast are twice are almost the size of their heads. They no longer have only a single chin but an even 6 each not to mention the bean bags they now call ass cheeks tired eyes meet once again and while sitting in a pool of their own juices they kiss gently silently agreeing....fuck green drinks.
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From enemies to fat stepsisters part two
Carly miller at first hated her stepsister Mira because Carly liked to bully her but when her dad married Mira mother they were forced to get along not only that her dad and new stepmother have gained weight and Carly was worried that she would gain weight and get kicked off the cheer squad Carly really liked being cheerleader captain the end of part two
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I may be immobile but my love isn't! 1
Bando waddles throughout his school, he was 60,00,000,0000lbs and was naked "oh –aaaaaaaaah– no I need to get to class…" he said as he held a massive burger *chomp,chomp,chomp,chomp,gulp* he ate the burger which added another thousand pounds to his body "hey –aaaaaaah– Bando…. Wait up!" He turns around to see his childhood best friend Maki waddle up to him very slowly, she had long black hair, adorable face and a 70,00,000,0000lb body that was wearing nothing "oh hi –wheeeeeee– Maki!" She waddles over to him but then she falls over onto Bando, her massive breasts falling onto his face "hmmmpp!!" He moaned as a flustered Maki tries to get up "I'm so sorry!" She said as she tries to get off him, rolling off his body "sorry –aaaaaah– about that, now let's get to class!" The two then rolled to their classes. After school  Bando sat down on his couch, his near immobile mother who had long white hair, blue eyes, massive breasts to go along with a massive belly and ass with a 90,00,000,0000,00000lb body "honey I've brought you some lard to keep you nice and big." She said as she puts a tube into her sons mouth *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug* she watches as her son grows more and more "hmmm…." He groaned as he was forced to drink the lard, body growing more and more to fill out the couch "good boy, mommy loves –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah– a big boy~" she said as her sons belly touches the floor and blankets his legs "hmmm…" he moaned as the tube was then taken out of his mouth "mom –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah— I want more….." he said as he tries to move his blobby arms "alright son but if you become immobile –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh– your still going to school." His sexy mom said as she then leaves the tube in his mouth *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug* he drinks the lard and fills out the couch more and more until he was eventually stuck on the couch with his immobile 80,00,000,0000,00000,000000lbs body His mom waddles up to him and sighs, poking his blubber "honey…." "Yeah…. –gaaaaasssssp— mom?" His mom was disappointed "Maki –aaaaaaaaaah– is at the door." She told him and so Bando grabs handles hanging from the ceiling and pulls himself up "coming!" He said as he thuds with every step "hi –aaaaaah– Maki!" He said with sweat pouring down his body, Maki was still 70,00,000,0000lb and was confused why Bando was so…. Large? "Hey Bando, –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh— I decided I'd pay –aaaaaaah– a visit…." She said as she waddles into the house with her ass jiggling as she did "have you –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah– seen Rin lately?" He asked the jiggly Maki "oh she –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah— drank too much weight gain shake –gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssp— fully immobile on her bed, can't, move an inch." Maki states and so Bando sighs "wait how does she look?" Bando asked and so Maki digs into one of her piles of rolls, pulling out her phone "I'll face –aaaaaaaah– time them…" she then uses her massive fingers to dial up Rin *RINNNNNG, RIIIIIIINNNNNNG* the two wait and wait, with Rin not answering the two then decide to waddle all the way to her house. At Rins house There she laid, their bestfriend Rin was immobile on their bed and they basically became their own bed at this point, her body was 900,000,0000,00000,000000,0000000lbs, all of her blubber was sagging and touching the floor, including her breasts and not only that but she was slobby as hell and to add more to that, she was pregnant "hey rin…." Maki and Bando were disgusted and confused "hey –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah– guys…. Looking good…." Rin said with her blobby arms holding onto two handles at the side of her bed "hey Rin…. You look so…" "sexy?" She interrupts and so Maki and Bando nod "well –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh– I guess I can't –gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasp– blame you, hey pass me –huuuuuuuuuuuuuuff– that tube…." She uses all of her might to point over to "oh sure." Maki waddles over to the tube that was on the floor surrounded by wide, stretched panties with food around it as well, she bends over and her wide, fat ass was more exposed to Bando and Rin "now look –aaaaaaaaah– at her, such a small ass…." Rin whispered to Bando he was aroused by Maki's ass "imagine Bando, –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah– if I could waddle still —-aaaaaaah— you and me –aaaaahh– would be immobile and Maki would take care of us, cleaning us with –wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee— loving us….." Rin said as Maki grabs the tube off the floor and waddles over to Rin "here Rin, oh also –aaaah– how many babies are you pregnant with?" She asked the immobile soon to be mom "quadruplets –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah– 6 months…." She said as then ropes pick up her massive breasts off the floor "my mom says –aaaaaaah– she wants more kids –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah– so I'm getting pregnant for her…." Rin said as Maki puts the tube in her mouth and turns the feeding up (I guess her mom made her like this, she's so filthy its hot)  Maki thought to herself while Rin began to fill out more and more of her bedroom (soon I'll make one of you immobile just like me) Rin thought while her body expands more and more "Rin!!" Her mother called and so her mom waddles upstairs but it felt like she was climbing up mount Everest with no breaks, Maki and Bando then got a good view of Rins mom, Ms Gina, she was 600,000,0000,00000,000000,0000000lbs, blonde hair, dark blue eyes, extremely pudgy face, incredibly large breasts that sagged down, belly hanging down and touching the floor, wide, enormous ass and Bando loved the sight of her "I bring snacks!" She said as she was pulling a cart filled with cakes, brownies and chocolate, all of them drizzled with lard "hmmm!" Rin then signals for Maki to take the tube out her mouth and so Maki does, some WG shake spilling onto the messy floor "bring –aaaaaaaaaaaah— it here…." She said and so her mom slowly waddles towards her immobile daughter, Bando and Maki then just watch as her mom feeds her "is it wrong –aaaaaaaaahhh– I kinda like this?" He asked Maki, who tries not to find it disgusting "Be quiet Bando…" Ms Gina grabs a huge chunk of cake and feeds it to her daughter "you guys –gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssp— can leave…" she tells her friends and so they both waddle out of her bedroom while her mom feeds her, sliding brownies into her mouth… The next day Rin was 40,00,000,0000,00000,000000,0000000lbs, her blubber reached all corners of her bedroom, breasts being so huge and heavy they broke the rope and just rested on their blubber, same went for her arms which were just rolls upon rolls of blubber, she was just resting in her own messy filth, pizza, cake, brownies, pancakes, brownies wrapped in pancakes and drenched in chocolate all over her blobby, immobile, bedridden body "wow….." she said, all mobility in her body having been long gone by now "mom –aaaaaaah– fed me —-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh— too much weight gain shake…." She states as her blubber leaks out of the room *kick! Kick! Kick!* babies kicking repeatedly which annoyed Rin and then she starts to lactate "oh geez…" she said as her breasts leak with milk "I think –aaaaaaaaaaaah– my moms gonna make me —--aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah— too big…." She states, looking over to one of her rolls on her belly to see her phone (come on Rin, you've got this) she said to herself as she then brings up every ounce of strength on her body to move *twitch….* her fingers wiggled and so she tries to move her sagging arms but she fails "well –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah— if I'm gonna —-wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee— be immobile…. Better relax…." *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* she sharts and stains her blubber brown and stinks up the room "ooooohh~~" she moans and then she saw Maki and Bando struggling to stand at the door "fucking hell Rin…." Maki said as she feels Rin's room sized body "oh good –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh— clean up crew…." She said as they try get in "come *BWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUURPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!* and clean me peasants." She said as they grab a tube from the ceiling, then Bando leans in "Bando –aaaaaaaaah— I know you want to be this size….. think about it, –gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssp– Maki could take care of you?" Rin suggested "or the other way around if you want~" Rin said which enticed him but he snapped back to reality "no no, we came –aaaaaaaaah— here to help you not join you –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah— now shut up and don't eat. " he ordered as Maki and Bando clean her folds, digging in deep to get the most messy stains out, "oh come on —-wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezeeee— let me stay slobby!" She asked them but Maki and Bando begrudgingly clean their folds "shut it!" Maki said as she cleans Rin "then –aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh— I'll have my mom turn you into –wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee— a room sized blob!!" She yells as she tries to move her incredibly immobile arms "yeah right, just shut it." Then Bando proceeded to clean her folds but then a tube was shoved into his mouth *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug* Bando then proceeded to grow more, more and more until he was the same room size as Rin, causing Bando to get extremely hard for his own blubber. The next month  In Bando's hanger sized house Bando was holding himself up with two handles from the ceiling as he waddles extremely slowly on a treadmill "mom please –-aaaaaaaaaaaaah— stop the –aaaaaaah– treadmill!!" He begged his mother as he very slowly lost weight "no, now shut it!" She demanded as her son was being tortured by the treadmill "Rin –aaaaaaaaaaaah— doesn't have to lose weight!" He yells as he saw Rin on his couch, being a slob and making it messy with her sharts and the lard she spills on it "well she's a lost cause I mean look at her." His mom said as robots had to part her ass cheeks for her to fart "I'm loving this life." She said as she was tube fed lard "but you want Maki don't you?" His mother said as she forced him to keep waddling "if you don't lose this weight piggy —-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah— I'll force you to breathe in –aaaaaah— Rin's farts!" His mom said as an oxygen mask lowered from the ceiling "please –aaaaah– no!!" He begged as Rin laughs whilst fumes extracted her farts "well hurry up and lose it!!" She yells as she fed Rin more disgusting food to make those fsrts more rancid. As Rin relaxed on the couch that could support her room sized body she had a deep fryer next to her, thirty big gallons of lard in jugs behind the couch, all of them connected in one tube that she drank from and a giant table of cakes next to her, the table was nearly as big as a regular sized room and all it had was desserts, she moved her incredibly flabby and enormous arms with immense difficulty to grab a giant chocolate cake on a stick, then covering it in lard from the tube "this will be amazing." She said as she then deep fried it and then repeated it, Bando was drooling at the sight of the battered mess "can I please eat?" He asked kindly but then his mother turns up the speed "you will waddle until you can waddle with less difficulty!" She yells as she goes to feed Rin before putting the oxygen mask on her sons face and forcing him to breathe in the worst smells to ever exist. His mother then waddles over to the growing girl and feeds her more to fuel the fumes "there baby, slowly." She said as Bando was forced to breathe in more and more of Rins farts that made him choke up (God damn these farts smell so fucking good….. but I gotta act like I hate them) he thought to himself as he was forced to lose more sexy blubber each minute feeling like agony to him, then Bando's mom whispered something to Rin "keep farting I want him to know –aaaaaaaah— what punishment this is." She said as she then leaves Rin to grow and fart while punishing her son. Later at school Rin was finally able to go to school but she was the talk of the town with her body resting on an enormous titanium reinforced adjustable couch "ah I love the attention." She said as she was rolled through the school with people looking at her slobby body, she saw Maki reading a manga called the attack of the blob devil, "oh hey cleaner." She said while she was rolled over by her bed "oh hey Rin, glad to see you –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah— where's Bando?" She asked the sentient pile of fat that was Rin "oh he's right here." As she said that the whole school saw a bed the size of 40 king sized beds put together roll in a Bando who was the twice the size of said bed and his belly, moobs and the rest of his blubber touched the floor, body being 30,000,0000,0000,00000,000000lb and useless "Bando!?" Maki yells "what happened to you?" She asked and then Bando took a deep breath "hey Maki…." He said as Maki's belly clashes with Bando's belly "I need –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah—- someone to feed me….." he asked her as he then gets his legs off the bed and tries to stand up off the bed and as he did there was a giant dent in the mattress from his ass, Maki instantly goes to feel his body up and she was turned on immensely by his girth and decided "fine –aaaaaaaaaaaah—- I shall date you but only on some conditions." Maki said and so Bando agreed to the conditions as long as it meant he would get a gf.
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I have no idea how to categorize this piece. I couldn't find a section for satire, which is where I would put it if I had the option.
It is an essay I wrote for a Women and Writing class. The class assumes everyone has a gender or identity or gender identity. I often feel like I do not. So this is what I wrote in response to the material we had to read about being female.
The preview image was taken of me by my friend, Lauren DeCicca, for her senior thesis project in photography / "This Changes Everything" exhibit in downtown Ithaca, NY. Check her out: [link]
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EDIT:
WOW. Just...wow. I woke up to hundreds of messages in my inbox this morning and thought DA broke! THANK YOU FOR THE DD! I've been part of this community for years and never dreamed I'd ever receive such an honor!
I've been wading through the comments and have two things to generally respond to:
1) I am not trying to argue that obesity is an inherently healthy thing. It may be for some people, perhaps. My goal in writing this was never to advocate obesity, but to advocate for the HUMANITY of obese people. Do not assume everyone has control over their weight. Nevertheless, I feel like comments in opposition of obesity have created interesting dialogue. This is important. People have passion enough to debate the topic--and that is better than remaining silent. For those of you with only hostility for overweight people (rather than genuine concern) I have sincere concern for YOU and hope that you are able to heal whatever inside of you may be broken.
2) I saw a lot of comments left by people who were clearly moved by the subject matter / can truly identify with it. Your words have meant so much to me. Thank you for sharing your own experiences and why this meant something to you. Connecting with others, communicating, exchanging, expression: This is what art is. To have created something that MEANS something to others is the highest accomplishment, and I cannot begin to articulate how honored by that and grateful for that I am. So many beautiful words from so many beautiful people. What a humbling experience...
Much love to you all! Change of any kind must start with love and support. <3
It is an essay I wrote for a Women and Writing class. The class assumes everyone has a gender or identity or gender identity. I often feel like I do not. So this is what I wrote in response to the material we had to read about being female.
The preview image was taken of me by my friend, Lauren DeCicca, for her senior thesis project in photography / "This Changes Everything" exhibit in downtown Ithaca, NY. Check her out: [link]
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EDIT:
WOW. Just...wow. I woke up to hundreds of messages in my inbox this morning and thought DA broke! THANK YOU FOR THE DD! I've been part of this community for years and never dreamed I'd ever receive such an honor!
I've been wading through the comments and have two things to generally respond to:
1) I am not trying to argue that obesity is an inherently healthy thing. It may be for some people, perhaps. My goal in writing this was never to advocate obesity, but to advocate for the HUMANITY of obese people. Do not assume everyone has control over their weight. Nevertheless, I feel like comments in opposition of obesity have created interesting dialogue. This is important. People have passion enough to debate the topic--and that is better than remaining silent. For those of you with only hostility for overweight people (rather than genuine concern) I have sincere concern for YOU and hope that you are able to heal whatever inside of you may be broken.
2) I saw a lot of comments left by people who were clearly moved by the subject matter / can truly identify with it. Your words have meant so much to me. Thank you for sharing your own experiences and why this meant something to you. Connecting with others, communicating, exchanging, expression: This is what art is. To have created something that MEANS something to others is the highest accomplishment, and I cannot begin to articulate how honored by that and grateful for that I am. So many beautiful words from so many beautiful people. What a humbling experience...
Much love to you all! Change of any kind must start with love and support. <3
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what the fuck you offended me i am a kid and way 876 and you say about obese look at me im perfectly fine i