I slowly awaken on my couch, which has sunken to the floor from my ever-increasing weight. The images of my dream still fresh in my mind. Dreamt of being a succubus again, until reality came pulling me back... Surrounded by the smell of my own BO I open my eyes, feeling the intense pain in my lower back from a hernia that's never healed and the weight of my body pressing on my chest and inner organs. What an embarassing depressing existence, yet I'm the only one to blame for it. My stomach growls loudly. I need something to eat and knowing my addiction to junk food, it's unlikely to be anything that will help me lose weight. I ponder how many years I have left now. Over 700 pounds and constantly getting larger and increasingly immobilized. I hear you call to me from the kitchen: "You awake, my dear? I have your breakfast ready..."

Artwork by  mistymistmi