Phangah

[Hell, the third Circle of Gluttony, Phangah]

Full, bloated, and perhaps even satiated, the man that no longer looked like a human, but a bloated and gluttonous obese blob was now sitting on the edge of the seat, idly drooling over the food that was towering over him, but still not able to take a bite.

Seeing the alien man helplessly drooling over his food, I was perhaps slightly envious of him. But that thought would soon be drowned by a rather unpleasant sight and sound of the mans- the Blobs belly bursting as he downed half of the sandwich and started gorging on the crumbs and his own slowly melting arm. It was like he didn't even feel the pain at all, he just kept on eating, lapping up the food that was falling down his bandaged stump with his clammy pink tongue and disgustingly spaced out eyes staring up at the other Blobs in his sad little world. The air, much more dry and fresh since the cold rain had stopped, smelled like there had been a volcanic eruption within the area. 

These self-consuming creatures would eat anything, even their own, corrupt selves.

No remorse or respect.

No compassion or kindness.

And apparently, no hangover after eating a disgusting amount of food.

The gluttonous blobs just kept eating, until they either devoured theirselves, or the land beneath them would be so full of their chunks of flesh and arms it would be on the verge of collapsing and swallow them in one step.

Letting out a harsh groan, the man with a destroyed limb of another blob as his eyes and mouth were full of slobber and food, not caring about the fact that his food and arm had just been devoured by the other blob. It was hard to describe to begin with, they meshed so disgustingly together that the only way to tell them apart from one another was by size. It wasn't until the one with the badly injured arm, who was slobbering over some of the food, and the one with the slightly younger , bulkier body attempted to chow down on their own body that I was able to recognize them.

Two Blob Men, or the ten foot tall version of it.

Tearing up the remains of his once powerful body to make his belly even more bloated, the man would then just simply cease to exist, instead being replaced by the fat blob monster sitting on the breathing ground beneath it. And even as he ate himself to death, he sat there, roaring with bottomless pain as he realizes he's unable to move, but still he continued to devour. All his delicious limbs and organs had been completely eaten by the next moment, and the cycle would begin once again.

That was only one of many; however, Sangah, The Circle of Gluttony was one giant creature made of what seemed to be the ten most gluttonous men in the world, or so that's the information that came to mind when I first awakened here. 

The sound of flesh cracking and popping in an agonizing pressure.

The smell of bloat, or what they had been calling cooked food.

The sound of long strings of tendons and muscle ripping from flesh.

The sound of intestines being ripped from the fleshy tissues in the gut of the Blob Men.

The feeling of damp, dirty sweat or spit on your skin from a Blob Man so close to expunging its interiors.

A swarm of flies flying in the face of your skin after they have eaten.

The deafening sound of a group of Blob Men having a party in your flesh, the rhythm of their grinding teeth grinding into your torn flesh or organs.

The twitching of a chain that is connected to another Blob Men, an animal in the wild, the Blob Men that have been fighting each other for fun or to survive.

The stench of them. Oh so horrible, so pungent. Smelling them gives you a head ache, a sense that spells doom over and over until it's the only thing you can think of, a genuinely most disgusting existence that does not make you wonder, but rather, ponder on the fact that the law of attraction makes you wish you could escape it.

...Maybe it's only because I've lived as a normal human being all my life before, but maybe I have not, this perhaps is the extent of what I would have become.

And slowly I realized, that is what I have begun turning into.

Just as I've gotten into this state, so many more have come here to revel in their own personal versions of the Circle of Gluttony, and it's terrifying how little control we have over our actions, how easily we fall into our own perfect storm and just like that, we have arrived here, where we'll never be anything other than what they want us to be.

A massive mixture of flesh, blood, and goo spattered in the shape of a body can be smeared upon my face as I use my index finger to wipe away the excess, I pat down my clothes with my other hand to get rid of any dirt and such that may have gotten on me as well, I then gorge upon a few bites of some delicious food, a plum, apple, potato, or whatever it may be. Eating them hurts. But I can't stop. I look at my hands and notice on them, there are chicken wings, and a steak. So I'm starving aren't I? So I should go ahead and feed myself, shouldn't I? I bite. It hurts. I bite. And it hurts. I keep biting and it keeps hurting. My teeth are burning. I keep biting. A few of them are starting to break. I look down. My skin is glistening from the red of the meat. I look to the side. More chicken wings. I look at the ground, it's full of food.

I had eaten my fingers, my hand. I had consumed myself and become a part of the food that is eating me.

And for a split second I noticed it. I wasn't real. I was a normal person . And then that split second faded into the background and I began to realize how real I had just been. I had just eaten myself and my body began to break down.

So I knew I had to leave. I had no choice. But I couldn't stand up, as soon as I looked away from the food, my stomach began to ache. I put my hand on my stomach and realized there were teeth marks all along my skin, from the food I had eaten, there were white strips of flesh underneath my fingernails.