Even if I wanted to reign in my appetite I couldn't. I've become addicted to food. My mind is consumed by thoughts of food. Thinking about food makes me hungry. Once I'm hungry I can think of nothing else. The need to satiate the hungry my only priority. Satiate isn't the right word. That implies stopping once my needs have been met and I never do. I always push myself till I'm bloated, breathless, and barely able to move. An engorged sow who's eaten herself into near immobility. Reduced to a pile of moaning blubber from the pain of being overfed and the building sexual arousal. Futilely pa... Show more