Against the advice of doctors, family and friends, I can't stop stuffing my face. I get closer to complete immobility each day and yet, when I was given this custom to eat a dozen donuts, I couldn't wait to pack my cheeks, stuff my fat mouth and engorge my huge growing belly. My feeding frenzy fueled by my growing need to be the biggest, fattest blob imaginable. And I take down the entire dozen donuts and collapse into a lethargic, unable to move, overstuffed state in less than twelve minutes!