My body can’t keep up with how massive you’ve made me—how I actually fainted under my own weight, how I need a cane now just to waddle around because I’ve grown too heavy for my legs to manage. I confess that if I ever dared go to a doctor, my tests would probably be a disaster… but I don’t care. All I care about is getting softer, fatter, and more helpless for you, letting this greedy body grow into exactly what you’ve wanted all along.