Our relationship has been going on for years and I've always tried to make you understand my inordinate love for food. Today, however, I decided to confess my plans for the future, and I know that you are the only one who can understand and help me.
I want to get fat. No, I don't just want to become overweight or obese: I want to become so fat that I can no longer walk through the door to get out of this room.
I'll describe my ideal life to you: an existence in which I am no longer even able to wear clothes but I have to cover myself with a double sheet, in which you bring me basins... Show more