I’ve gotten so impossibly fat, so gloriously overfed that my whole body is engulfed in an ever-thickening layer of soft, useless lard. My poor, overstretched skin is desperate for relief, aching for the slick glide of oil. I've eaten myself to the point where I can’t even reach every part of my own body anymore. I should be ashamed—what kind of greedy, out-of-control sow lets herself get this hopelessly obese? But the shame never comes, only the craving for more: more food, more fat, and more sex.