Guy thought that it actually felt pretty nice being fat. You didn't have to be so strict about what you eat. You don't have to waste so much time working out. You could eat whatever you wanted and not care.
"No, no what am i saying? I don't wanna be fat. It's gross and unhealthy."
But just then guy had an uncontrollable urge to eat. He ran to the kitchen. Damn, thought guy, i ate everything already. I'll just have to go to the store. Guy pulled on a giant jacket and and sweat pants. He ran to his car. Or at least tried to. Because of the new weight he was much slower. It was getting harder and harder for him to breath. There started to be a slight pain in his chest, and he liked it.
When he finally got o his car he adjusted his seat farthest from the wheel. He drove out of the driveway, and right into the parking lot of Burger King right across the street. He ordered three quarter-pounders, three large fries and two large cokes. He inhaled all of it in ten minutes.
Now feeling guilty, guy said to himself: I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm destroying myself!" He slapped himself across the face that was when he realized he had to eat like never before, to become the one true weight that would fulfill his just created dreams of...