It seems like every time I go into the kitchen, the space between the wall and the refrigerator is getting smaller and smaller. Of course it's not actually getting smaller, I just keep getting fatter. I should've known better but the call of Bianca's honey-sweet voice paired with the smell of freshly baked cookies was too much for me to resist. Like some kind of sadistic siren she lured me in. Even entering the kitchen sideways didn't make the opening wide enough for my super-super obese body. My ponderous gut and ample ass pressed tightly against the refrigerator door and wall respectively... Show more