About This File
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 to bed to make me evacuate (I can not reach the toilet of course!), in which you have sex with my fat rolls because my vagina is unreachable and buried in fat.
What if I end up in the hospital? Obviously even there you will have to bring me food secretly from nurses and doctors. I want to become the world's fattest woman... will you help me?
