(reuploaded custom) I've found you today in your natural habitat: lazing around with your belly in your lap, actively eating or actively thinking about doing so. I praise you for how big you've become, describing how beautiful and sexy your body is, all in the hopes of coaxing you through the crossroads into super morbid obesity. You're on the cusp of it already, having just hit 400 pounds, but you and I both know you want more, soooo much more. You're hesitant, but we both know deep down that you're totally and completely addicted to fat, to food, to growth, and I act as the little devil on your ever-widening shoulder to help push you to 500, 600, 700 pounds...and beyond.