With Bianca's guidance, I've fully embraced my deepest desires, transforming my outward appearance to mirror the indulgent glutton within. Now, as I lie in bed, my body is burdened by layers of fat, making even the slightest movement a monumental effort. Yet, my thoughts are consumed by an insatiable hunger, cycling endlessly through cravings for food, fat, and sexual gratification. When Bianca entered the room empty-handed, my heart sank from hunger. She commented on my odor, but cleanliness seemed futile when I'd soon be dirty again. Nonetheless, I complied with her wishes. Together, we managed to get me standing, though the idea of lying on the floor for a bath seemed impractical, fearing I wouldn't be able to rise again. She meticulously bathed my expansive form, her touch both soothing and arousing. Afterward, as I wrapped a towel around my massive frame, I felt no shame—only a growing desire. Sitting back on the bed, which miraculously supported my weight, Bianca's seductive smile and mention of feeding me sent my mind spiraling back into its relentless loop of food, fat, and sex.