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Even though I know they're bad for me, I just can't stop myself. I just keep eating greasy burger after greasy burger between bites of delicious fried goodies washed down with a milkshake that's almost as thick as I am.
I get to the point where I have to stop but I keep pushing through just for you. My dress just keeps getting tighter and tighter until it can barely contain my fully belly. No, I'm not pregnant. I'm just living up to my name and becoming a butterball before your eyes.