Morbid Stuffing: Eating My Health Away (WMV)

Description: As i’ve eaten myself into super-super obesity, my health steadily declines—the weight of my ample bosom and substantial stomach restricting my breathing. as someone already asthmatic, this has become problematic, and i’ve been put on both a preventative and emergency inhaler. but it’s not enough; i need access to oxygen. you’d think it would deter me from gaining, but it hasn’t. a greedy, gluttonous sow like me will eat until my last breath. thankfully, i have a doting feeder to take care of me. while she’s out shopping, she brings me a snack of twenty chicken nuggets, a large order of fries, and a soda. i devour the nuggets in minutes, my feeder impressed by my voracious gluttony. still full but not satisfied, i ask for one of her homemade fudgy brownies. she eagerly complies, always wanting to pack one more bite into me, and as she hands me the brownie, she rubs my big, bloated belly—after all, a good feedee should always be rewarded.