Anyone with a fetish knows how hard it is to come to terms with. Having one that alters your body and physical appearance, that's a bigger pill to swallow. My whole life I've spent avoiding my cravings and desires, the two permanently interlinked. Until I chose one day to post a simple belly play video to -and that was it. From that moment forward my life has been about chasing my arousal. Online chatrooms, feederism websites, belly play videos, weight gain fiction, video stuffing calls and dates with feeders. It all lead me here, siting on the floor in clothes that don't fit, recording my morbid obesity so that I might upload it and make a buck or two to feed my hungry, demanding belly so that I can get off. Lord knows I can't reach orgasm without my belly being stuffed tight anymore. It all has me dreaming about how I wish I could go back. I wish I never let myself go, mind and body; I wish I never became the internets fat pig