A Very Special Infinite Story
You go on a strict diet of just eating healthy food, nothing fattening or anything like that. Basically nothing that tastes good. You hate it, but it'll all be worth it in the end and you'll be able to be thin enough to be accepted.
Eventually you manage to lose the weight, and when you try out for the cheerleader squad, you're surprisingly accepted. Apparently your self esteem is so low that the other cheerleaders want to have someone like you around to routinely make bitchy comments about and treat like shit, but you don't care, you're a cheerleader and popular! You're getting guys taking you out for the first time and actually paying for your meals, however you're also forgetting about your diet and eventually all this free food packs the pounds on again.
One day as you're struggling to put on your tight ass outfit one of your cheerleading sisters points out how you're getting fat.
"Y'know, you better lose that damn weight, we can't have fat asses like you fucking up our image!" Jennifer remarks.
"I know! I know!" you sob as you hear your skirt tear when you attempt to get it around you. "I just can't stop eating and even when I diet, I can't lose the weight fast enough!"
"(Sigh) After you eat just puke it all up! We all do it from time to time, its no big deal."
"Does that work?"
"Look at me, I'm thin and not a sweat hog like you are, so of course it works."
You never thought about doing something like this, but you can't lose your popularity now, so you follow Jennifer's advice and begin to force yourself to puke up your food after you eat it. It's not exactly pleasant, but boy is it a small price to pay for a knock out figure!
Time goes by and all this binging and purging begins to take its toll, most notably while your body is still in great shape your fucking mouth resembles a World War One trench! Your teeth and gums are in terrible shape and don't smell too nice even with all the brushing. Guys don't want to even kiss you, let alone get a blow job from you. You have to settle for getting fucked doggy style or taking it in the ass and even then that's a rarity.
You can't talk without your throat hurting and your behavior is really erratic. Your fellow cheerleaders can barely stand you as it is, and your recent new outbursts at them doesn't help since they preferred that you remain the quiet doormat. They tell you that you're out of the squad, this of course only makes you more upset.
"What!? You can't do this to me! I'm better than all of you (sob) I HATE YOU ALL! (sob) Please let me back in! I HATE YOU! I don't feel "
Suddenly you collapse on the floor. At first the other cheerleaders think you're just being a drama queen, but then they notice you've stopped breathing. By the time you're given medical attention, you're pronounced dead from heart failure and internal bleeding.
The moral of the story?
Yeah, puking your guts out every five minutes so you don't get fat is just damn retarded. If you really needed a way to keep the weight off while fucking up your internal organs and mouth you should've just started smoking, at least that makes you look cool and hell if you're lucky you'll get a really neat voice box before you die of lung cancer!
And now you know!
Eventually you manage to lose the weight, and when you try out for the cheerleader squad, you're surprisingly accepted. Apparently your self esteem is so low that the other cheerleaders want to have someone like you around to routinely make bitchy comments about and treat like shit, but you don't care, you're a cheerleader and popular! You're getting guys taking you out for the first time and actually paying for your meals, however you're also forgetting about your diet and eventually all this free food packs the pounds on again.
One day as you're struggling to put on your tight ass outfit one of your cheerleading sisters points out how you're getting fat.
"Y'know, you better lose that damn weight, we can't have fat asses like you fucking up our image!" Jennifer remarks.
"I know! I know!" you sob as you hear your skirt tear when you attempt to get it around you. "I just can't stop eating and even when I diet, I can't lose the weight fast enough!"
"(Sigh) After you eat just puke it all up! We all do it from time to time, its no big deal."
"Does that work?"
"Look at me, I'm thin and not a sweat hog like you are, so of course it works."
You never thought about doing something like this, but you can't lose your popularity now, so you follow Jennifer's advice and begin to force yourself to puke up your food after you eat it. It's not exactly pleasant, but boy is it a small price to pay for a knock out figure!
Time goes by and all this binging and purging begins to take its toll, most notably while your body is still in great shape your fucking mouth resembles a World War One trench! Your teeth and gums are in terrible shape and don't smell too nice even with all the brushing. Guys don't want to even kiss you, let alone get a blow job from you. You have to settle for getting fucked doggy style or taking it in the ass and even then that's a rarity.
You can't talk without your throat hurting and your behavior is really erratic. Your fellow cheerleaders can barely stand you as it is, and your recent new outbursts at them doesn't help since they preferred that you remain the quiet doormat. They tell you that you're out of the squad, this of course only makes you more upset.
"What!? You can't do this to me! I'm better than all of you (sob) I HATE YOU ALL! (sob) Please let me back in! I HATE YOU! I don't feel "
Suddenly you collapse on the floor. At first the other cheerleaders think you're just being a drama queen, but then they notice you've stopped breathing. By the time you're given medical attention, you're pronounced dead from heart failure and internal bleeding.
The moral of the story?
Yeah, puking your guts out every five minutes so you don't get fat is just damn retarded. If you really needed a way to keep the weight off while fucking up your internal organs and mouth you should've just started smoking, at least that makes you look cool and hell if you're lucky you'll get a really neat voice box before you die of lung cancer!
And now you know!
