Your Fun Size Horror Story!Your Fun Size Horror Story! by growinluvhandles
Your Fun Size Horror Story!
A 100-word horror story for Halloween
You cannot halt your gluttony!
From their bowl, the Fun Size candies tempt you, “Eat us, Tubby!”
“Leave me alone!” you scream, unable to stop gobbling them down.
“Never, Fatso! Eat!”
“Oh my gawd,” you moan with pleasure, decadent chocolates filling your mouth.
“Soon, you’ll be Fun Size like us,” they chortle.
Your waistline thickens. The candy bowl magically refills. As if possessed, your hands reach for more candies.
“I don’t want to get fat!”
“Fat is fun! Eat up, Chubs!”
Just then, your pants seams split. A shirt button pops off. Your new potbelly bulges obscenely, filled with fun.
Lust and love...A lust for thinness,Lust and love... by growinluvhandles
for what society deems as perfect,
that lust can sometimes turn love ugly,
can make it seem so, so -
so filled with self-hatred
and violence against one's own flesh.
But when one's lust is for softness, for roundness
for the beauty of bulging blubber,
for luscious love handles,
for pulchritudinous potbellies,
or cute soft rolls and folds of chub
growing in just the right places,
or the lust for thick creamy thighs or wide wobbly hips,
or delectable double chins,
or a lust, a desire really, for adipose covered bodies,
reclining in satisfaction, or hungrily rising,
waddling toward tables heavy laden with tempting foods,
or staggering away from finished feast, the empty plates,
a big fat lust and addictive desire
for round billowy breasts and sensuously soft pliable flab,
the kind of flab you can feel, you can measure between thumb and forefinger,
a lust for life itself, for food and feasting,
for what makes us all human,
our hunger and our
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