chapter 9

Kinga was already tired of life. Although her condition was hard to call her life.
She was tired of being. She do not know how much time has passed. She could not say anymore. The only thing she could say was that when she was looking at the monitor she could see the same girl whose fat she was drinking but it wasn't that girl but her. Ane bigger
On the monitor she saw 1000 but this number hasn't change in quite some time but she knewshe weighed a lot more. She knew her body touch the floor but she couldn't fell it. Her body was red with new and old stretch marks, her body was covered by countless smaller and larger folds. Her shoulders rested under the pressure of her fat lying horizontal. On the monitor she saw that even her nails were missing somewhere under the fat sting. Her body was bound to a shapeless jelly. The only sign of the abdomen was the two folds under which the navel was located. Her feet and knees have not been seen from under her belly for ages. Through her buttocks and folds on her back her head was no longer resting her bed but on her very own fat. Her folds instead of her neck made the monitors barely visible to the eyes. Her tits, or rather something that were her tits , rested on her fat bumps that would once be called thighs. If not for her fat thighs laying on the floor her tits would touch it to.Kinga became too fat to breathe. Every breath was a struggle for her, which every day she was winning harder and harder. She knew her time was coming. She begged the god to make this time immediately. But nothing happened. She felt very poorly every now and then feeling the stinges somewhere beneath that sea of ​​fat where her heart should be.
Kinga was surprised that still life. No human should be able to be so fat and live, but she lives ... yet.
Her state of thought over herself was interrupted by the man coming into the room.
She knew that he was circling around her and was touching her she could see it on
the camera. He was touching her rolls but she felt nothing. Like this wasn't a part of her. It was a bit surprising.
"I see you are tierd my dear," said the man tenderly, "I know your time will be over soon. But I do not want to wait. We'll finish it tomorrow
Strange feeling dominated Kinga. It was something new for her, although she felt it before.. Excitement. The news that it will end tomorrow, filling her with feelings that she has not felt for years.
"You know your mother was lying here too," the man continued, "of course she was smaller than you. But I would like to keep my word and tomorrow you will meet her - the man laughed to himself - or rather drink what was left of her
The man left Kinga alone.
Tomorrow I will die. It was the only thing she was after. She did not even care about her mother's fate. Tomorrow will be the day for which she waited so much.
The rest of the day was unbearable for Kinga. This was due to two things. One was a great excitement and the other a less pleasant hunger. She did not drink anything all day. She felt as if somewhere deep inside her stomach trying to digest herself. However, tired of being Kinga herself, she decided to go to sleep while waiting for the next day. Day in which she will die.