Your twin bro has something to say. You're not gonna like it.
Added 2023-04-14 09:16:00 +0000 UTC
“You’re my twin brother, man. And I care about you. Of course I do. So I know how embarrassed you are to take your shirt off, but I needed you to have this picture taken with me. That took a lot of courage. You’re gonna need more of that courage right now, because I’ve got to tell you some hard facts. You’re not just fat, man. You’re fucking gigantic. You’re super-morbidly obese. Everyone in the family is worried sick about you: about how unhealthy it is to be so enormously, disgustingly overweight. At family dinners all anyone talks about behind your back is how out of control you are. And the amount of food you eat at these dinners . . . It’s sick, man. It’s actually disgusting to see how much you consume. You just don’t stop. Gorging yourself with anything within reach. That’s why you’re this size and that’s why the family asked me to make this intervention. But, you know, I don’t think you want help. I think you get off on being so fucking fat. I think it turns you on every time you step on the bathroom scale and those numbers go up and up. Don’t think I haven’t noticed that you’ve got yourself a scale with a maximum weight of 900 lbs. That’s pretty fucking terrifying, man. It’s fuckin’ sick. The fact that you can even imagine being that weight, let alone lusting after being so immensely obese. You’re fucked up. You’re sick. Your weight is who you are. Nothing else matters other than gorging yourself day after day, piling on hundreds of pounds of thick, heavy, disgusting lard. Eating yourself to oblivion. But we’re twins, so there’s part of me that knows that it’s your destiny. Gaining, gorging, being a lazy, greedy, gluttonous fat fuck. It’s who you are.”
