Italian Diet
Added 2023-10-11 14:56:03 +0000 UTCMichael had always dreamed of moving to Italy. It had a charming atmosphere, a small town feel, and of course, the endless supply of pasta and wine. He had always been a food lover, never able to get enough. To him, Italy was the perfect home. He would be able to walk everywhere, enjoy the rustic surroundings, and indulge in his love for food. It was no wonder why he moved there the first chance he got.
Even though Italy was not known for being a highly obese country, Michael didn't notice as he began to pack on weight from the cultural diet. Working from home, he was oblivious to the habits of its citizens, ignorant to how the locals were out and about all day maintaining their calorie expenditure. No, Michael loved the food too much to care that he was growing bigger, fatter, heavier from the endless antipasta and carbs.
Michael continued to ignore the changes to his body, even as he started growing out of all the clothes he had brought over. He didn't care that his shirts no longer covered his stomach, or how much tighter his pants wrapped around his waist- he didn't leave his house that much anyway. He didn't care how his belly filled out in front of him, his hips growing wide with love handles, his stomach unavoidably bouncing with each step. He didn't care about the two fat tits that now rested on his chest, sticking out in front of him unable to be contained.
No, Michael loved the food too much to care about the consequences. He could only continue to indulge, having fallen in love with the country's cuisine, his dream having come true. A little weight was a small price to pay for it, even as he continued to grow as he lived there. He had even started loving his new body, considering it evidence for how lavish his new life was, showcasing it every chance he got. He couldn't have imagined his life having gone any differently than now.
