The American Obesity Problem by LightningRodOfHate, literature
Literature
The American Obesity Problem
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 fi
Full. Oh, so full. So completely overstuffed with pies, cakes, cookies, and ice cream. There's no room left, your stomach is so horribly packed tight you're surprised the skin hasn't torn. It itches, though, as if it's stretched to the limit. Maybe it is. The colossal balloon sticking out as much sideways as it bows out forwards. Pushing away from your pudgy body as though wanting to avoid another feast. Just like you do. And you would, too, if you could move anything but your mouth.
You aren't strapped to the leather arm chair, but you may as well be. Leaning back into the cushions, you're pinned under the hefty weight of your belly. After
Schoolgirl Stuffing by marshmallobunny, literature
Literature
Schoolgirl Stuffing
“How could you, of all people, forget your lunch?” asked Lily. Lily, my best friend, looked at me incredulously. Her expression made her brown eyes look like they were going to pop out of her face.
I was very passionate about lunch.
“I don’t know, I was in a rush this morning!” I exclaimed.
“In a rush, as in, you didn’t have enough breakfast so you had to make more?” she smirked.
“Shut up,” I laughed. To be fair, it was pretty funny. My stomach growled in protest, and Lily and I burst into another fit of giggles.
My stomach growled again and suddenly it wasn’t so funny any
Wincing slightly as she heard the chair groan and creak, Kim settled in for her evening meal. Last she had checked, over a month ago, she had been pushing 200 pounds, the scales settling in at 194 pounds. But she didn't care. Although she had, at one point, been a moderately skinny girl, everything had changed when she had discovered the service. Perhaps it was due to boredom, or perhaps it was because of how exhausted she felt after coming home from work every night, but the service had seemed like a natural choice. Kim had found the delivery service online, with the promise of "Filling meals every night for only 28$ a month!" And so,
Diner Belly Stuffing by SwollenBellyGirl, literature
Literature
Diner Belly Stuffing
I'm sitting in the corner booth of the diner when I catch your eye. You'd noticed all the plates of food coming over and wondered how two girls like me and my friend were ever going to finish it all. We look pretty average - both 5'5" brunettes in jeans and t-shirts, with cute faces and nice figures; not sporty but definitely not fat.
After few minutes my friend takes a call and rushes outside, leaving me alone at the table with all that food, barely touched. You watch as I pick forlornly at some fries and then work up the courage to come over and speak to me.
"Hey there," you say. "Are you OK? You look kinda sad".
"Oh I'm OK really,
Professor Murphy was quick to inform us that, due to the fact that there were more students this semester than there were cooking stations, we were to work in groups for the entirety of this baking course. We got to choose our partners at the end of his introduction. I didn't know anyone, so I got stuck with Ashley.
We introduced ourselves. I was a culinary arts major starting my first year at that college. Ashley was a Liberal Arts major with little to no actual interest in cooking. Immediately, it was clear to both of us which partner was going to be putting in more work this semester. As we spoke, she opted out of looking at me and