Greed, Gluttony and Compassion After a good deal of experience, Tina concluded that money may be the root of all evil, but that in no way means that money can't bring you happiness. The reason that cold hard cash has had such a bad reputation is simply because of the greed it brings out in people. Greed, that unquenchable desire for more. It is true that greed can be one of the worst traits a human being can have, if it causes them to be malicious towards others. Tina found, however, that in her case, greed was what made her such a fascinating person to be around. In time, and after accumulating much wealth, Tina became known for her greedy indulgence in excesses. Her deviant and deviously wild parties, became an underground sensation among the adventurous and in the end, despite what she became, people still strangely found her to be an extremely attractive person. I've known Tina McFayland almost my whole life and the story of her rise to a mysterious social legend, is, in my opinion, one of the most fascinating you will ever hear.
Tina started off in humble beginnings; she was raised in small suburban home which looked almost identical to all those around it. The house was a small rectangular dwelling; with a carport attached to the side of it and a meager garden surrounding it's back corners. My house was directly adjacent to hers, and from very young ages we were inseparable friends. We shared a fairly normal childhood together, playing in neighborhood softball games together and exploring the creek a half-mile from our neighborhood. At that time we were indistinguishable from other children, happy, content and innocent. By the time we got to high school, however, things had changed.
Tina began to feel discontented with her life style. She was a small, meek girl whose figure was tall and slender and whose deep blue eyes and flowing and luminous amber hair made her an easy target for guys on the prowl. Her eyebrows were raised perfectly, so that her large watery eyes were always accented. She dated off and on, but her manner was always repressed. It wasn't that she was shy, she just always emitted the feeling that she didn't belong.
. I can still remember a conversation that we had around sophomore year. It was a Saturday afternoon and we were lounging around over at Tina's house watching a movie on TV. About halfway through the movie, Tina clicked off the TV and threw me a strange and unnerving glare.
"What's the matter?" I asked tentatively.
"Do you ever think things could be different?" she replied after a short pause.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well… what if there were no rules. I mean what if, you could wake up in the morning and just do what ever the hell you felt like doing? What if you could just let yourself go and act however you wanted to." She said, as though a burden were being lifted off her chest.
"Who doesn't want that, what are you getting at?"
"I feel like I'm suffocating, John, I feel like there's no way out of this monotonous life I'm living. I don't mean to wine, but I feel like I'm about to go crazy. I can't eat what I want to eat; I can't say what I want to say. I'm surprised I'm even allowed to dress myself. I need more. You don't think I'm loony do you?"
"No not really, I think everyone feels like to a certain degree, but I have a question for you. Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why can't you do what you'd like to do? I mean, no one is holding a gun to your head. If you feel that badly about not being able to do what you'd like to do, why not do it?"
"Well, I guess, for one I don't have the money. Other than that I'm not sure. I can't explain it. It's like I can't see my life in any other light than how I'm supposed to act."
“I'm not really sure what to tell you, maybe you need to break loose and take a vacation or something,” I said, for lack of better advice.
After that conversation, Tina didn't take any sort of vacation. She knew as well as I did that a simple vacation couldn't cure her restless longings. Tina wasn't one to be constricted by anyone else's standards and be a happy person. She had greed and lust for life that'd seemed impossible to satisfy. Her penchant for overdoing everything seemed like an accident waiting to happen.
+ Tina's climb to the peak of happiness started around 6 months after she graduated from high school. She was working at a local convenience store, located on the corner of the busy intersection of 29 and Oakland Road at the time. She said she took the job for the money, but I knew her true motives in taking the job, one her secret vices; food. She was still very thin, and very rarely over ate, but I knew something about Tina that most people didn't.
One day she had been sick from school, so after school I walked over to her house to see how she was feeling. Considering Tina's house was like my second home, I walked in the house without knocking. What I saw made me feel that I had walked in on something privately shameful. Half a leftover chicken, half a chocolate cake, a microwave pizza, a box of cinnamon toast crunch and a box of craft macaroni and cheese were scattered about the kitchen. Tina lay on the floor with her pants unzipped, rubbing her protruding stomach, which looked as though she was soon expecting a child. She had in her hand a generous piece of chocolate cake and chocolate icing surrounded her lips, creating the appearance of smeared chocolate lipstick. She was moaning from the nausea of her over-indulgence, and when she saw me she tried quickly to get to her feet. After standing up, her seemingly pregnant belly pushed through the zipper of her pants and her cheeks turned red. It sent qualms of embarrassment through me, seeing my long time best friend in what I considered at the time to be such a demeaning position. Strangely, however, I found the situation to be incredibly erotic.
"Can you please turn around?" she said with a mouthful of chocolate cake and hint of shameful defeat in her voice.
After running upstairs and returning with a clean face and a bathrobe on, she awkwardly began trying to explain things to me.
"Please don't tell anyone about this… I just wanted to see what if would feel like to eat all that. I can't explain why. If I never ask you for anything else, can we please just pretend this never happened? I'm going to go upstairs now. I'm feeling uncomfortably full…" She trailed off.
Before heading upstairs she reiterated, “Please don't tell anybody.”
I nodded silently and slowly began walking away. I gazed back at her for a second and saw her smiling at me; a glint in her eye told me that her spirit was freer than I had ever seen it. I returned home feeling confused and very turned on.
So that's how Tina ended up taking the job at the convenience store. She would stare at the food, never consuming any, just gazing. I caught her torturing herself in that manner, many times over the course of her employment.
One day, around six months after graduation, after sneaking her daily lottery ticket into her pocket from the under the counter, she began checking the stock of bread. After glancing in both directions, she began filling in numbers on her ticket. The lottery was the biggest it had been in years; 168 million dollars. Everybody was flooding into the stores, crossing their fingers and purchasing a ticket. Everyone wanted a piece of the wealth; they were all secretly greedy.
That night Tina watched the show that announced the winning numbers, knowing deep down that she would never win. After the announcer had said all the numbers his first time, Tina stared at her ticket in disbelief. It couldn't be true; she couldn't have won. She turned up the volume and checked the number again. She sat in utter confusion for several minutes until some sort of joy sank in. Her ticket matched the winning numbers; she had won 168 million dollars!
Abruptly she took her sleeping bag, went out onto the front lawn and went to sleep. She later explained to me, that this act of spontaneity was done, simply because she, “now could.” Apparently, according to Tina's logic, the rich can get away with murder, so they can get away with anything else. From the day that Tina went to collect the first installment of her money, which was going to be given to her over a series of years, she was a different person. She became the person she had wanted to be, the person that she had repressed for all these years; she became the person I saw laying stuffed on the kitchen floor not too long ago.
The news of Tina's newfound fortune spread quite quickly, and soon she was quite the popular one around town. Tina wanted to duck all the attention, so she decided to take some time and reflect on the new life she would embark on, with her thousands of blank checks.
Tina wasted no time in making her money work for her; her first act as a rich woman was to buy an incredibly nice house on the Magothy River. Her parents were hesitant about letting someone still so naïve out into the world with so much money. She was legally an adult, however, and she provided well for her immediate family.
The house was a beauty of modern luxury, almost its entire structure was made of windows, and it probably looked like a hotel to anyone who didn't know better. Around back of the house was an elegant stone patio overlooking her Olympic sized pool. Her house was on a large wooded plot of land and sat atop a large clay cliff, which slowly steeped off into the water.
It seemed that for a while Tina went into hibernation, and for about three months I didn't hear from her. I was hurt; after she got her money she didn't need me anymore. At first I felt betrayed, but after asking around, no one had heard from her. I wondered what she could be doing, all alone in that big house. Upon my first visit, it became very apparent to me what she had been doing; eating!
I was feeling lonely one Saturday and decided to take a trip over to Tina's new mansion. After rolling my car up to the curb, I looked through one of the humongous windows that constituted Tina's mansion and was shocked with what I saw. She was wearing nothing but a bra and panties that looked as though they were cutting off her circulation. Her soft belly hung delicately over her panty line and seemed to bounce ever so slightly when she walked. Her breasts spilled out of her bra and were pushed up against her chest. Her panties cut into her hips and her butt seemed to bounce and roll, doing the wave as she walked.
I rang the doorbell and was ready for anything. She approached the door and greeted me with smiling eyes. She ran up to me and gripped me tightly, raising her heels. I could feel her soft flesh of her belly and breast pushing against my body, and once again I experienced arousal like I never had before. Suddenly my emotions were completely confused and entirely wrapped up in the moment. My whole life seemed to take on a new light, it seemed everything had been leading up to this second. Wrapped up in my urges, I reached for her ass and gripped its soft flesh in my hands.
"John, it's so wonderful to see you," she exclaimed. "You seem happy to see me too," she winked at me.
"Wow, what's gotten into you?" I asked.
"Food, my friend. A lot of food." She chuckled and grabbed at some of the new flesh on her stomach, shaking and swaying her entire belly and hips.
I was taken aback, the timid and slender girl I had once known as Tina had come out of her cocoon. She had gotten fat and seemed happy about it. I was perplexed. Had she gone crazy, not able to handle so much money at once?
"Come sit and I'll explain everything to you," she said, leading me into her giant and spacious living room. We sat on one of her imported couches and began to chat.
"Don't think I've forgotten about you honey. I've just been finally living! Oh God these past few weeks have been almost magical. You see, I've always had such strong desires for food and excesses. I think you've known this dirty little secret about me for a while. Anyways, once I hit it big, I really thought about the things I've always wanted to do but couldn't. I made up my mind that it was time I stopped denying my impulses. I'm now financially secure and have no reason to be aquatinted with anyone who will criticize my diet or any other way in which I chose to live my life. I'm going to stuff myself everyday with the richest and best tasting foods, I'm going to make my house as nice and comfortable as I'd like it to be, and I'm going to fulfill whatever whim comes to me in a dream or a fantasy. It's as simple as that."
"Woa, woa, woa, back up," I began hesitantly. "Money isn't freedom and anyway this is probably very unhealthy for you. I mean…"
"So is smoking, so is breathing city air. Listen, I know I'm being very frank, but I've made up my mind not to censor myself anymore. Life is too short not to live to it's fullest. I realize this may be unhealthy for me, but it makes me feel alive. And yes, money isn't happiness or freedom, but the way I see it I have been given a gift. Why not use this gift to do what will make me happy?"
"Well as long as we're being frank, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm very turned on by this whole thing," I said, immediately regretting I had let it slip out.
"I know," she shot me a devious grin. "Let's head over to the kitchen, I'm starved."
Her kitchen was a sight to see; the ceilings were at least 20 feet high and it was covered entirely by glass. From the windows you could see for miles across the bay, into the vast expanses of river. The pantry was stocked full of the most food I had seen in any building besides a grocery store. Apparently she had ordered daily deliveries of tons of goodies and already prepared meals.
She set out three plates and began to pile them high with food.
"I get two plates of food, because I can," she said playfully.
She began ravenously devouring fried chicken legs, piles of ribs, French Fries, pastries and whatever other highly caloric foods she had inkling for. At the end of the meal she patted her stuffed belly and began rubbing it. I lent her a hand, cautiously putting my hands on it at first and than proceeded to vigorously massage her growing mounds of flesh. She hiccupped from eating to fast and breathed as though she had just finished a marathon.
"Slow down," I said. "The food isn't going anywhere."
"I like eating fast, I can get more down that way," she said defiantly. Her eyes caught mine and she leaned close to my face. We kissed passionately for what seemed like an eternity, before she broke away and trounced off to lounge by the pool.
I observed her sipping a cocktail through the window, her pudgy body glowing with sunlight, in all its glory. This whole thing was happening so fast and my head was spinning with excitement. She slowly began stripping off all her clothes and once again took a mound of her stomach in her hand and let if flop back down and jiggle. She looked at me, giggled and proceeded to wade into the pool.
Later on that evening, during a late dinner on the patio, she once again gave way carelessly to an idea that popped into her head. "Why don't you stay here, John?" She exclaimed happily.
"You mean for the night," I asked longingly.
"No silly, for as long as you'd like. I'd really like some company around. From what I can tell you like to see me eat and I'll be doing a lot of that, so we're a perfect match."
"As tempting as that sounds, I really have to start looking for a steady job or maybe look into applying for college," I responded.
"I'll take care of you here, don't worry. Whatever it is you want, you got it, you're my best friend. I can't begin to spend all the money I've got. I'm sure you'd be good at helping. Besides, maybe you could give me some more of those belly rubs," she winked seductively at me, as she sipped on another cocktail.
Her crystal blue eyes met mine and the new pudginess of her face made it look jovial. Believe me, I wanted to say no. I should have said no, but of course I didn't. My fascination with her new lifestyle was just too strong. I felt as though Tina's new charm was sucking away any control I had over the future of my life, I was docilely being led by a binge driven fat woman.
From that day on, Tina and I were the same friends we had been as kids; happy, content and freshly innocent. But this time Tina was greedy! Our daily routine was based around her greed. We'd wake up and she'd greedily suck down foods soaked in greased, fried, battered, frosted and just downright fattening. At lunch we'd lounge by the pool and look out over the river and she'd greedily consume more goodies that would have made her former self cringe. On our rides in her sleek new boat, she'd greedily eat snack cakes and chips. Finally, during dinner we'd set out a large feast spread across her custom ordered 50 foot table. She was never able to eat all the delectable foods on the table, but Tina liked to try. How she loved her excesses. Her weight gain was stalled only by the fact that she never ate when she didn't want to, which was rare.
About 10 months into my "visit," I really began to notice the excess taking a toll on Tina's body. Her belly rolled out of all of her shirts and over her customarily unzipped pants and created a beautiful ocean of blubberous folds that pushed out further daily. That drooping sack of fat seemed like a bottomless pit, never able to be full, only coming close. Her legs were bulked up and fed into her large and excessively soft and bouncy thighs. Her arms sloshed when she moved and her boobs were like large bouncing melons. Her butt stuck out as if trying to reach something unattainable; it was now impossible for me to grab the entire mass off one of her ass cheeks. It rolled and bounced as she walked, even more so than before.
One April night when the sky was clear and the stars were out, Tina decided that she'd like to start a monthly tradition of a feast that far exceeded all her other meals. It was customary for Tina to overeat, but not usually to the ends of being made to feel extremely uncomfortable. She decided that monthly she would challenge the limits of how much food she could eat, only stopping when she had to. For the sake of making the feast extravagant and memorable, we hired a staff of people to set out several buffets. They were to decorate the entire patio with exotic lights and ribbons and to arrange large buffets with every type of delicious food imaginable. Tina fasted for a day and a half in advance to prepare for the feast, which was not an easy task for her.
By the time the staff had left, Tina was famished and ecstatic with excitement. As if about to jump into a swimming pool, she pulled her shirt overtop her head, lifting her belly up and letting it fall back down to droop immensely over her ever-tightening jeans. She slowly unzipped her jeans and pulled them off of her soft body, leaving her belly to further droop over her panties. Her hair shone beautifully in the moonlight and illuminated her glistening eyes and the stunning features of her face. She stepped towards the first buffet, and after rubbing her hands together in delight, she began eating. Alternating hands she reached for various pastries, cookies, cakes and pies than shoved them into her mouth, spilling particles of food onto her body. After starting with desert, something she usually liked to do, she headed over towards the main courses. She took a few bites out of a steak she was holding, then tossed it over her shoulder onto the patio, reaching for a large pitcher of Kaluhum, a rare Arabic juice mixture. She put the pitcher to her lips and began gulping down the slightly alcoholic substance, letting trickles of juice run down her face and onto her body. She proceeded to consume part of a spicy sausage and rice dish, a few ribs, a Caesar salad, linguine with smoked clams, half a hamburger, a Spanish omelet, a small portion of fettuccini Alfred and topped it off with a large cold cut sandwich topped high with every type of meat and topping imaginable.
Afterwards she lay on the patio and moaned a little, removing her overly tight panties.
"I'm too stuffed to stand," she told me, half-playfully, half frightened. "But I can't stop now."
Asking me not to help, she began pulling herself across the floor on her belly, as if it was a large rolling ball. She let a few loud belches out and used her feet to push her body across the floor on her dragging belly. She drew in large breaths before hiccupping and her eyes were glazed over with jadedness and nausea. After she had slithered across the patio, lying belly side up, she began clawing at the desert table trying to reach the food. Accidentally, She pulled the cloth of the desert buffet off, causing pastries and syrup to fall all over her body. She grinned and cautiously began to eat a large novelty waffle with large crooks to hold extraordinary amounts of butter, syrup and whipped cream. I sat next to her and gently rubbed the naked lower half of her body. After she could eat no more, she went to sleep with pastries strewn about and on top of her body. Before drifting off, she lazily reached out and patted her mound of a belly, which was currently stretched out towards the sky and rolling out onto her plump legs. Her hands sunk deep into its soft flesh, and she whispered, "I wish I hadn't done this, I feel terrible. Yet, I've never felt so good."
I tried to carry her into the bedroom and tuck her in, but as I soon learned, it would now take a few guys my size to do that.
Soon after the first feast, we placed a scale in every room and put a full body mirror by everyone one of them. She was up to 290 pounds at this point and her body was her pride and joy. The gluttony and satisfying her every urge only satiated her greed, however. She need more!
"I say we have a party today," she told me one morning.
"A party? " I asked.
"Yes, a party. I say that we invite everyone who's anyone and just see who shows up. People will be anxious to see what kind of party I throw now that I've won the lottery," she said.
"I say it will be fun," she added.
"I suppose," I said, knowing better than to argue with her.
"Yes and I can order a huge buffet and it will be a great time for everyone. We can all swim in the pool and do whatever we'd like."
As per her specifications, I hired a crew of people to bring in a large buffet and a bartender to tend our newly installed bar, which sat next to the pool. After all the preparations were completed, Tina made a bunch of phone calls and we waited for the people to show up.
That night, it was a party. I'm not sure where all the people came from, but they came. Everyone showed up to the door, with a bit of curiosity. The large glass house must have been offsetting to some, but a few recognizable people showed up. A local newscaster, doing a story on Tina and how'd she'd won the lottery was in the crowd, as well as an actor who was in the neighborhood and looking for a good time.
The evening had gone as planned, and all were having fun when suddenly it became clear that Tina was too out of practice when it came to denying her impulses. She began eating in a manner that made a spectacle out of her. People were in awe of how much weight she had put on and how ravenously and openly she ate. It seemed to have a synonymously hypnotic effect on all of our guests. She never looked ashamed nor guilty; she actually looked everyone in the eyes and smiled. She didn't apologize for what she had done, and her entire presence emitted self-confidence and isolated greed.
After a few moments of awkwardness after Tina had finished stuffing herself, the actor, who had just finished his first major movie and was looking to have some fun, began taking off his clothes and muttered, "Hell I say we take that fat ladies example and have a little fun."
He jumped in the pool and began splashing up water and encouraging people to join him. Inspired by Tina's greed and the whole situation and loosened by alcohol, everyone began to gradually indulge themselves also. Not everyone did it with food, but everyone did it some manner. Some stripped naked and jumped in the pool, as per the actor's advice. Some had a few too many drinks, others just let loose and danced in a manner that, under normal circumstances, would have been totally unacceptable. In a twisted way Tina was the life of the party.
At the end of the night Tina pulled off her dress that was becoming uncomfortably tight. Her belly rolled massively over her custom made, sexy lace panties and her humongous fat, half-naked body jiggled as she scarfed down her last cinnamon bun. As the last of the stragglers wandered out the door, Tina belched and cried out, "Thanks for coming everyone, we should do this more often!"
Everyone left the party that night a little dazed, a little confused and slightly euphoric. Needless to say, there were more parties to follow that one. And it seemed that overnight; our parties became an underground sensation. We had to higher a bouncer to keep the crowds out. We even bought a large plot of land next to Tina's house so we could sustain all the people. Tina was growing as fast as her fame and her eating habits remained the object of speculation and myths throughout the world of those who attended our parties. The crowd of attendees was becoming more and more populated with the rich and famous.
Just when it seemed that life couldn't take a more bizarre and exciting twist, it did. The TV channel E! was doing its yearly special on the lives of the rich and famous, when we received a call. It was late and Tina and I were lounging on her down pillow couch, sipping wine and laughing at each other stories. The phone rang and I immediately sprang up to get it.
"Hello," I said with a hint of chuckle still in my voice.
"Is this the residence of Tina McFayland?" a cheery, sales-woman sounding voice answered me.
"Yes, may I ask who's calling?"
"Of course, this is Kelly Lofton from E! I was wondering if I might ask you some questions."
"Sure. Shoot."
"Well we were in process of looking over candidates for our high rollers show, when we caught whiff of the name Tina McFayland. We hear her parties are a hot item for those with open minds. We were wondering, if you were interested, if we could do a short little piece on her winning the lottery and the big spending she does do make her parties fun and crazy."
"Can I call you back? I'll have to discuss it with her for a little bit."
"Sure, you can call me at 476-753-3432 day or night. Take your time now."
Tina and I discussed it, and her mind was made up. I thought that they might poke fun at her skyrocketing weight, but she quickly replied, "I'm a big girl now, no pun intended, and besides I don't consider me getting fat a bad thing and you shouldn't either."
After the show aired, our house seemed to transform into a once a week nightclub, a nightclub whose admission was free, but very competitive. We weren't talking studio 54 famous, but every week we were getting closer. Tina was having the time of her life and it seemed that she changed many a man's mind about fat women. Once at one of our parties a very drunken man stumbled up to her and put his arm around her.
"I normally don't like to look at 'em pudgy girls, but you're turning me on!" he said, his breath thick with liquor. "How'd you do it?"
She looked at him with a commanding presence. Her thin silver hoop earrings reflected the lights and her sexy red lipstick was painted perfectly onto her big pouty lips. Her hair was done up perfectly and her fancy dress hugged all the curves of her body. She looked youthful and gorgeous. "I simply take time to make myself look good. Most large women don't take time to look good, because they don't realize they can look good."
He smiled at her with a confused smile and walked away. The rest of the party Tina heeded her own words and showed off her curves on the dance floor, stopping only intermittently to catch her breath or head back over to the buffet.
+ A few years into the routine of the nightlife, Tina and I were engaged and the size of her body was beginning to require some maintenance. Our romance had been slow in coming for quite some time and by the time it blossomed, we reveled in our love for one another. We openly had steamy and passionate sex in front of our windows during the late afternoons and were enjoying each other more every day. Tina bounded/waddled around the house, usually naked and showed her body off to the world from the windows like a queen. I'm sure she would have bought a queen's robe and a scepter, had the thought popped into her head. Her body was more cultivated and elegant than any woman's I have ever seen. Her stomach stretched forward like a large sack of soft blubber and hung quite close the floor. Her breasts flowed over belly and separated, two large, fat filled sacks. Her face was chubby and her triple chins highlighted the beautiful features of her face. Her ass hung out beautifully and one of my biggest turn-ons was feeling my hand navigate through its squishy gorges.
"Isn't this glorious?" she asked me one morning while she was munching on a pop tart. Her eyes glazed over the white ripples of the bay.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about, but chances are, it's yes. Just about everything is glorious these days," I responded and smiled lovingly at her.
"I mean our whole life together, the feasting, the parties, the press. The press keeps hanging around here and taking pictures of me through the window. Apparently, my parties are quite the word around town. I love it. We should make love for their cameras, a time or two. We should make love, while I feast and you smile for the camera. That would give them a story," she laughed.
She proceeded to look at me with a more serious expression on her face. "I think it's about time our parties came to an end," she told me sternly.
"Really, why? I mean we've been having these things for so long, I wouldn't know what to do if we stopped having them."
"The parties are great and social and all, but I think I need a little more. I mean there's a whole world out there and we have the means to go explore it. Listen… I need some time to straighten things out in my mind; we'll work out the specs later."
Her thoughts wandered and she began struggling to pick up her drooping belly from between her legs, as she sat, it was quite difficult because of its weight. She massaged its masses through her hands and made a few sounds of pleasure. She glanced over at me and beckoned me with her chubby fingers. We made love and proceeded to do whatever we liked for the remainder of the day.
As soon as they had started, the legendary parties known for their excesses, ceased. Tina wanted to relax for a while, and perhaps take a trip to the islands. The parties were fun, but I believe their cathartic effect on their attendees was enough to last a lifetime. We've gotten a few calls thanking Tina for providing people the best times of their life and breaking a lot of stereotypes all at once.
At this time, we are about to embark on our adventures around the world and yet I somehow doubt they will live up to the days of lounging around the house, watching Tina eat and waiting for our next party. Tina is exceedingly fat now, by anyone's standards, yet she is still very active. Our scales can no longer measure her weight, we think she is somewhere between 550 and 750 pounds, however. It's hard to get a feel for the weight of someone so large. She takes daily aerobic swims and religiously takes her cholesterol medicine recommended by her doctor. The way she eats, her meals are also like a workout. Tina loves her fat but she has never let it keep her back from much.
Money has not made Tina happy; it has simply made her greedy, just as everyone said it would. I myself have no problem with that, however. Her fame was short lived, but her name still remains ever present on the lips of those who saw how truly charming Tina can be. Our life together thus far has been strange, wacky and downright incredible. Who knows what the future will bring, right now I'm simply trying to enjoy today. Tina's weight will no doubt shoot up and rapidly fall, but regardless, I will continue to love every inch of her body, heart and soul. I encourage you to learn a lesson from Tina and perhaps indulge yourself a little, for life is short and unpredictable. In my opinion, a single moment of joy can easily outweigh a lifetime of restraint and unhappiness. Now if you'll excuse me, I must bring Tina, who is eagerly waiting on the couch, a snack. She, after all, never has been one to wait.