STOP STOP STOP! HALT! DECOMMENCE! CEASE AND DECIST THIS INSTANT!!!

At present, I reside about the premises of a McDonalds establishment, currently among the motor vehicles assembled within the "drive-thru" At the behest of my colleagues I am tasked with ordering 15 separate meals. I shiver at the notion of failing to procure them...

HELP HELP ME HELP

My hoes are yi sang. (this has a double meaning in my native language)

I have received this inquiry time and time again. Alas, it is improper in it's phrasing. You wish to know my ideal body fat percentage and distribution of mass, not "weight", as a heavier lady could simply be taller. If you must know: Fat. And I won't elaborate further.

When I access bbwideal I undergo a sort of Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde type of transformative and psychological rewiring.

This is good. It would perhaps be even better if the hands they held were my own.

Outis is enforcing a strict diet program of her own design on us sinners to which Dante assents. I don't know what is worse, the shrinking waste lines of my fairer comrades or the embargo on instant ramen. Oh how I miss instant ramen...

Felt as though I had sprouted wings and begun to soar. When I awoke I found I was taped to the top of the bus.

the fucking refrigerator is running

"This bus is a prison!" it is worse. Do you know what it's like to know that almost every fresh face and old acquaintance you come across is going to shortly thereafter meet a gruesome and untimely end? Ruminate on how that may affect my prospects. In Hell we live.

*long exaggerated sigh* reply if you fat as fuck...

𝗣𝗢𝗘𝗠 𝗡𝗢. 𝟯 A single trace shows erasure of both left and right. 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 This is an old tale of a man who fell before a short, fat girl- I MEAN GOD. _______ |<-||->| can burning- I can't do this

Ah... I fear something rather bizarre has taken place...

I sense a deep yearning within for my corpulent betrothed despite my non-existent marital status.

Despite recent... biological rearrangements... the panging in my loins brought on by the notion of big women has not subsided whatsoever. I dare say it has grown stronger.

One would be remiss to ignore the perks of inhabiting such a body. Namely that Miss Outis' is a picture of good health! I feel 10 years younger! Er... despite being 10 years older...

It is nostalgic, but I fear I was coaxed into this engagement without time for proper forethought. Regret. Regret is likely.