Alpha Male Inside I

By | BOBBY SAMANTHA REY | ALPHA MALE INSIDE II | Does this image make you hungry or totally disgusted when you eat it all? This is a image of me eating one of my six meals, I eat each day. Please help me because I can not stop eating and I ate myself into disability. The government buys all this mess for me and pays my attendant to cook and to feed it me.The doctor told me today that if I did not stop eating I will explode like balloon with to much water in it. I ask the doctor what am i going to do? “He said that I should have gastric bypass surgery or simply staple my stomach so, that you can not continue to eat very thing that moves”. O.K. doc, I am estimated to weigh over 1,575 pounds how in the hell am I going to get to the hospital to have it done? Well, boy what were going to do is use a crane to lift you out of your house and put you on a flat bed trailer. Well, that sound like a plan but I can not turn over. The doctor said that he will figure out a way. This coming Monday morning we will give it a try.

So, Monday morning at 09:05:42, I was awakened by the sound of people walking on my roof. The saw was buzzing as saws do and saw dust was filling the cool stale air. I was huffing and puffing with 4l of 02 on, and then heard a crash, then a thud, when the ceiling started to fall down to the floor. A few pieces almost hit me in the head, because I could not move. Ten men came through the front door caring what looked like a sling, they would use on TV for whales. They told me to help if I can to move with the flow. And abruptly all ten men pushed really really hard and I could not move my humongous body on to the sling. One of the guys went out side and came back with a chain saw and said while everyone was laughing so hard that they could not stand up because of the abdominal pain a few peed their pants. The guy with the saw told me that, “Alright you fat bastard you only have one hour to get your big fat ass on that sling” or he was going to cut me to One-Hundred pound chunks and put them on the sling. He said that he only was kidding, because he has a friend who works at a rendering plant and he said, that he would pickup all the chunks to be rendered for lard and critter food. | It is an unconfirmed rumor that most four legged critters really, do not care what they are gnawing on.

Well, after all that activity from this morning has made me hungry. All the guys have left and said they would be back tomorrow morning for a another try. I called my doctor and explained the situation to him. He told me that we can wait for a few days because there is no hurry and we must be safe in our actions so, that no one gets hurt. He said that there must be a way to get me on the sling, so that, I could be lifted out safely with the crane. My doctor continues, to encourage me to be positive and keep looking forward to a new lighter weight and a healthy me. ‘O’ yes, I WILL TO BE NORMAL AGAIN, and to be able to walk and drive my truck to the store where I can buy healthy food which will not put all of this additional weight on my frame. I have joined a gym to start to work out | when I am able to | and to transform by body to a sculptured Charles Atlas, figure of a man with great masculine qualities. I know this will be along road and many rows to hoe, but I WILL DO IT! Maybe, just maybe, I can start a gym for folks like me who need their programing changed, like i did. Because, after all my affliction so to speak was caused by my subconscious and my weak willed conscious mind and of course, being lazy and having a poor self image of what a healthy male should look like.

The reference to to the principle of mind over matter come in play here. In fact, I think that this statement is more than likely 98.95 percent accurate especially when the concept is applied to my situation. So, the main reason that my subconscious fat unhealthy files were replaced with healthy normal files has to do with my assistant and her college lady friends. Alright, this is the fun part of my odyssey into disability and a return to non-disability begins. Samantha, | and her lady friends | my assigned assistant is a PH.D candidate student in psychology. She told me she | they | would like to do their doctoral thesis on MY situation and write some form of treatment modality for a cure of my and others affliction|s|. I agreed and “O’ my god, I never thought that I would survive the treatment because I could not move at this point. You are no doubt wondering did my assistants clear their treatment plan with my doctor? They assured me that they did because their treatment plan is real easy on the eyes and hard on the heart and especially the mind and the willy too which i have not seen in years.

Admitly, she said that this situation is the perfect clinical setting for their research in a real live environment and will bring the most accurate data sets to the fore. As, I stated earlier, the most important outcome of all of this is a treatment modality which will provide a cure to this affliction for all who are afflicted. I have to agree with Sam’s initial assessment about the mind thingy which makes a lot of sense to me. I am discussed with my self imposed imprisonment and will do with in reason what ever it takes to break free and be a normal masculine alpha male again. It is obvious to me at this point that, a healthy mind and body have a natural mental and physical cohesion which is manifested by one’s physical appearance. I will give a brief sketch or a nuts and bolts schematic of life in this biomass, so that, you will not become a “F.L.O.B.” | Fat Lazy Obese Blob, Lookie-Lou I said it | like me. Foremost, I can not move, ironically just enough to stuff my gobbler with turkey dressing i.e. feed my fat face. I am so hugeous that wearing any type of clothes is laughable and I lounge around with a sheet draped over my biomass. Body functions are assisted by others due to this mess I got myself into–they just are. I can not answer the phone or turn on the idiot box because the remote fell on the floor and grimalkins did something with it and they are laughing because they know that I can not look for it or move the bed to mount a full scale expeditionary search for it. So, that is a thumb nail sketch of what it is like to be trapped in a Pachyderms body without. a prodigious proboscis.

Well, it is Monday morning, and I almost had a heart attack because Sam and her lady friends were rocking short daisy dukes with hootie tops and no bras. They came in the room and went directly to the phone and unplugged it and then told me today is the beginning of my experimental treatment modality. ‘O’ God, please, please help me. Come back guys and please help me onto the whale sling. As they, | it took all of them | reached over me to unplug the phone they rubbed their hoots all over me and i finally found my long lost willy. Sam, begins to explain that her shock treatment is designed for rapid weight loss an to remove any subconscious barriers which may prevent safe and effective folder exchange. She continues, “with our professionally designed treatment modalities we should have a 100 percent success rate with maybe a few who fall off the wagon.” One of the team members came in with a whip and told me that today “your calorie count is down to 2,000 calories a day an that I will get used to it.” “No more 15,000 calorie bull shit, and only three meals a day instead of six times a day.” What am I to do? I am basically locked in with these hot psycho bitches and can’t move or call 911. Sam told me it is “do or die time” while they were setting up their pole dancing equipment. As they worked Sam explained that was their hobby and it helps them get though college. She goes on futher to state that “with a few months on our treatment plan you may not need to have the gastric by pass surgery. You would only need plastic surgery to remove about 300 pounds of loose skin so that you could walk and be normal again. Dear God what did I get myself into, ‘O’ the pain, the pain, this is harder the Marine Corps boot camp, I want to call my mommy and just cry.

A hot blond bitch came into the room with dinner and waved it in my face. She was wearing a real cute teddy and jumped on my chest and started to eat it in front of me. “I going to make you forget all about food and wish that you were a normal alpha male.” Another hot bitch came in and joined the discussion while eating a beautiful chocolate cake with whip cream and ice cream and said “hey fat stud dude cowboy what about it do you want your cake and eat it to.” ‘O’ God an, an, then they started to have a food fight on top of me. Cake, ice cream and whip cream with my dinner was all over them and me. And then they started to lick my dinner off of each other. And then they said almost in unison that they “were sorry that my dinner was ruined and their is no more for me tonight.”

This story is more about a treatment modalities to cure one of humanity’s modern day afflictions with psychological reprogramming of the subconscious mind. And not about body shaming or making fun of others. If you have this affliction you should immediately seek a treatment to a cure because your life depends on it. So, when you look in the mirror it is you who got yourself into this mess and it is you who will get yourself out of this mess, boo-hoo! Because no one else really cares, except for the trauma you caused to their subconscious by your appearance and the way you slosh around.

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