I lost myself to obesity I've let myself go......I'm gone, far gone. I've entirely allowed this fetish to dominate my life. It occupies all of my thoughts from the moment I wake up until I sleep. I don't know what my life would look like without this fetish. All I want to do is stuff myself, get off, nap, and repeat. If I'm honest, that's what most of my life is now. It's all I'm good at. It feels like I was put on this planet to stuff myself and get fat. I was made to be an epic food-addicted pig, and I love it. I love the way I look more and more with each pound, roll, and bit of cellulite. I'm much more confident at this size, and I can't wait to keep packing it on. But for now, I have to try to function and have somewhat of a productive day when all I want to do is be 600 pounds. Gaining is a vicious cycle, and I'm in deep.....too deep to be saved. **** clip features: extreme feederism, fat chat, gaining talk, health talk