All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as self-evident.

- Arthur Schopenhauer, German philosopher

Appetizer 4 - Too Fat

WARNING: This writing is intended for mature readers 18 years of age and older only.

Contains themes of: Fat, Weight Gain, Diminishing Mobility & Physical Limitations, Ridicule, Fat Shaming and Subtle Sexual References.

Something shorter and a bit lighter this time around. Just some satirical fatty musings, with a little, covert teasing and a few, backhanded compliments mixed in.

Appetizer definition:

1. A small portion of food or drink taken before a meal, or the main course of a meal, to stimulate one’s appetite.

(Or more apropos)

2. Something that arouses or increases anticipation for what is to follow.

Directions for use: Read, Masturbate, Cum, Repeat.

Please enjoy your appetizer.

Appetizer 4 - Too Fat

By The Torture Artist

There is a common, two word phrase that becomes prevalent in the lives of every fatty, feedee, gainer and piggy.

Two words that you will hear often, be made all too aware of, and feel, not only emotionally, but also physically, as you experience them first hand.

Two simple words, that depending upon the context in which they are used, can inflict shame and embarrassment upon you. They can also cause you to feel a sense of pride, satisfaction and accomplishment. Even elicit great excitement and arousal within you.

The words… TOO FAT!

Have you heard? - You’re TOO FAT

You will often hear people tell you that you are TOO FAT.

TOO FAT for your height.

TOO FAT for your age.

TOO FAT to be healthy.

TOO FAT for your own good.

They will say such things quite matter-of-factly, though their insinuation that you are TOO FAT, is based purely upon conjecture, speculation, outside influences and generally uninformed personal opinion.

They will tell you things like: You are TOO FAT to wear that.

TOO FAT to wear something so skimpy, revealing or sexy.

TOO FAT to wear spandex, yoga pants or such other, snug, form fitting clothing.

TOO FAT to wear a bikini, speedo or a thong.

To which I say BULL SHIT! Wear what you like. Wear what makes you comfortable. Wear whatever makes YOU happy and feel sexy… The more revealing, the better.

You will even hear people tell you that you are TOO FAT for anyone to find you attractive, or want to be with you.

An ignorant notion that I find utterly preposterous.

In fact, the fatter you get, the more attractive you become to those with more sophisticated, refined tastes and ideals of beauty… Broad minded visionaries whom believe there is no such thing as TOO FAT, TOO MUCH, or even TOO FULL!

Incidentally, these aforementioned individuals: feeders, fat admirers, chubby chasers and the like, will be the only people that you encounter in your life, who may tell you, that you are actually, TOO skinny.

Caution! - You are TOO FAT!

You will see cautionary signs and warning labels informing you that you are TOO FAT, having exceeded the weight capacity limits for certain objects, conveyances or activities.

TOO FAT to use the step stool that is there to help you reach things.

TOO FAT to ride the attractions at the amusement park… Let alone fit in them comfortably.

TOO FAT to use the courtesy mobility scooters at the store. Though, I have personally witnessed quite a few who have put that 500 pound weight limit to the test.

Of course, there is the classic, “One size fits all.” Which every fatty knows, really means, one size fits all, except you, because YOU are TOO FAT.

A marketing faux pas which is now, more commonly reworded, “One size fits most.” But ultimately just means, YOU are still TOO FAT.

Some days you just feel TOO FAT.

As you go on, continuing to grow even fatter, as everyone knows you will. There are those inevitable revelations that you experience and feel first hand, as you outgrow, overburden and exceed the limits for certain things. Some becoming insurmountable obstacles.

You will eventually become TOO FAT to look down and see your feet.

TOO FAT to bend over and tie your own shoes. Though I suppose that’s why slippers, flip-flops and crocs are so popular among the fatty crowd.

TOO FAT to see the readout on a scale without assistance… Inevitably growing TOO FAT to even use a common, household scale. But not to worry, there are always scales designed for weighing freight and livestock that can handle your growing needs.

You will grow TOO FAT to fit through a standard size doorway.

TOO FAT to use a public restroom stall. Even some handicapped accessible stalls becoming a challenge.

TOO FAT to sit in a restaurant booth.

TOO FAT for a single chair to support your expanding posterior and increasing, weighty mass.

Before long, you will grow TOO FAT for your bed, dining room set, or pretty much any, standard, everyday, non-bariatric furniture for that matter.

TOO FAT to drive, or even ride in a car. Your opportunities for remaining active and outgoing becoming greatly diminished.

So, you admit that you are TOO FAT.

There may come a time when you finally concede to yourself, that you have probably gotten a little TOO FAT. An acknowledgment and acceptance that typically comes too little, too late.

By this point, you are TOO FAT to do anything about it.

TOO FAT to exercise.

TOO FAT to kick the habit and give it all up.

TOO FAT to break the addictions.

TOO FAT to have any hope of being remotely average in size, ever again.

TOO FAT to even imagine a life in which you are anything but, TOO FAT.

Then, one day, you discover that you have grown TOO FAT to even wear clothes anymore, let alone anything skimpy, revealing or sexy. Resorting for a while to wearing enormous muumuus, kaftans or tent-like sun dresses, until you become TOO FAT for even those to be practical.

But then, your birthday attire has always been the most attractive, alluring, sexy option anyway. All of your natural, corpulent charm and allure on full display for all the world around you to see.

The next thing you know, you are TOO FAT to leave the house anymore. Your excessive consuming having resulted in a life that is now consuming you.

It’s not easy being TOO FAT.

There are of course, the physical limitations and difficulties that come with being TOO FAT.

Somewhere along the way, you will become TOO FAT to pleasure yourself. Just another of the mounting number of obstacles for which you will require assistance.

There is also the popular misconception that you will eventually become TOO FAT to have sex… Another preposterous notion. You just have to be a bit more creative and resourceful. In fact, sexual opportunities actually increase as you grow fatter… You just have to use your imagination.

You will grow TOO FAT to walk, or rather, waddle, more than ten feet without your heart racing, gasping for breath, breaking into a profuse sweat and having to take a break. Soon thereafter, growing TOO FAT to waddle anywhere at all.

You will eventually become TOO FAT to take care of yourself, get up, or even move without assistance… This is when having an attentive, adoring feeder and care giver is invaluable.

Inevitably, you will grow TOO FAT to move at all, barely able to do little more than wiggle your porky, little fingers and toes, or open your plump, trembling lips for more… Complete and utter dependency.

These are of course, merely a few examples. There are countless other situations, incidents and encounters in which you may come to realize, feel, or be told, that you are TOO FAT.

You? TOO FAT? - Says who?

Are you REALLY, TOO FAT?

What factor determines if you are TOO FAT?

A measurement?

A number on a scale?

Exceeding the weight limits of inadequately, minimally designed and manufactured products?

Outgrowing any form of clothing that isn’t fabricated by a tent or tarp maker?

Who decides if you are TOO FAT?

Family?

Friends?

Coworkers?

Your feeder?

The medical community?

A society whose warped ideals and limited sense of beauty are the result of decades of media brainwashing and advertising propaganda?

Or is being TOO FAT really just a matter of perspective? A matter of personal preference, comfort and happiness… A choice?

But then, here’s the real question…

Is it possible for you to EVER, TRULY BE… TOO FAT???

!!!NEVER!!!

Thank you for taking the time to read my written offering. I hope you found it interesting, entertaining and arousing.

Constructive comments are always welcome on this, or any of my writings.

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