Everything is bigger in Texas. Harmon reread the slogan on the crisp brochure in his hand, then looked around to find that it was shockingly accurate. It was much to take in, and the hotel seemed to grow in every direction as he traversed through it. He wasn’t exactly sure how he had even ended up at the sparkling reception, speaking with a smartly dressed concierge in the first place. All he knew was his suite number and that the bellhop would bring his bags to the room.
“Bags?” He repeated to himself, barely aware of the elevators ascent. He was almost positive he hadn’t brought anything with him. The gilded fixture
"Can't stop watching, can't stop listening."
The video title was intriguing enough. The thumbnail was blank and the preview buffered endlessly. The only way to figure out it's contents would be to watch.
For such a short video with so many views, he found it odd there were no comments. There were no likes or dislikes, no watch next and no suggestions. Mysteriously, the page lacked a date, and worse, a submitter. Jordan hovered over the play button, but it was permanently greyed out. He opened up the description.
"Caution. Headphones required. Right-click to loop. Loop required. Max volume required."
He fetched his headphones, cranked up
You belched, leaning back and groaning. You’d really overdone it this time. But it was a special occasion wasn’t it? You got a passing grade on a quiz. It was only a 3-minute one question quiz, but still, a pass was a pass. So, you took down some ice cream and a pizza. Then, later on, you got home a few minutes early. That deserved some chips and soda in front of the TV. Then because you were so good all day, having a salad before your quiz, you treated yourself with some Chinese takeout. Now you’re sitting on the couch, surrounded in empty food containers, food smeared all over your skin and clothes, stomach pinning you to the couch. You could remember just a few years ago when this would not have happened. A passing mark would have resulted in a pat on the back, and the salad would be the main meal of the day. You were trim, easily fitting into small-sized clothing and able to walk past the McDonalds at the edge of Walmart without being tempted. Today, each way passing McDonald's
FAT (second person pov) by EricLovesPizza, literature
Literature
FAT (second person pov)
Thud, thud, thud…
The sound of your thick feet touching the floor as you walk resonates loudly as the floor creaks under your morbidly obese body. Your thighs brush against each other as you waddle around, your breath slow and heavy. Your knees ache under the pressure of your weight and your cankles feel strained from supporting the blob of flesh you’ve become. Your massive cellulite covered butt jiggles and claps with every step and your gigantic double belly hangs down to around half your sausage thighs. You feel your back rolls going up and down as you advance, and your massive chest dances along with the rest of your fat. Yo