I used to have ambitions but now all I want to be in life is a weak flabby wheezing morbidly obese lardass cow.
I want to be the kind of person who gets drive through McDonald's several times a day to get my fix, and from the outside of the car passers by just see this fat bitch scoffing immense amounts of greasy junk while filling out the drivers seat completely, my fat is pressing against the door on one side, into the steering wheel and my hips are overflowing against the gear stick. I don't care. I keep eating. Pushing myself to consume more. Red in the face, eyes wide, greedy, in a frenzy. Desparate. Horny. I'm rocking the car grinding into my own fat.
I want to be that ruined pig.
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