The Fat Transfer System
Despite this, she kept pushing me to get fat like her, a professional competitive eater.
When that did not work, she bound me to the fat transfer system. From then on, she ate and I packed on the pounds.
She made me balloon to 200 pounds, destroyed my career, stole my husband, and finally killed me during one massive eating competition.
This time around, I would make her pay.
Selina took several huge bites of cake, smearing frosting all over her oily nose and cheeks. Watching her made my stomach turn.
She thought she looked adorable, widening her eyes at the heavily filtered camera. "Guys, seriously! The chocolate from this cake hits like a freight train! How is anyone supposed to resist?
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