Roommate Let Me Die for Her Fat-Loving Boyfriend

My roommate's boyfriend had a fetish for fat girls, so my roommate ate fried chicken and carbohydrates every day and succeeded in increasing her weight to 220 pounds.

I kindly advised her to lose weight and told her it was not good for her health.

But she blamed me for everything after she lost weight and found out that her boyfriend was cheating on her. She even planned to let me die a horrible death.

When I woke up, I found myself reborn. My roommate was complaining that she wasn't fat enough and worried that her boyfriend wouldn't like her.

I kept silent and added growth hormones to her food, successfully making her as fat as a pig.

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I was reborn on the day when my roommate was going to meet her online boyfriend for the first time.

My roommate Millie Torres was sitting in front of the mirror, dressing herself. Her clothes were tight because of her fat body, and an unfinished fried chicken was on her table, emitting a sweet and greasy smell.

She said that her online boyfriend liked fat girls, so she needed to gain more weight.

While saying that, she turned around and looked at me with some concern.

"What should I do, Cora? My boyfriend said he liked girls of 220 pounds, which would make him feel secure. But I'm only 190 pounds now."

In a daze, I remembered the last time, no, in my previous life, she asked me the same question.

Millie was a hopeless romantic, often causing dissatisfaction among other roommates because of various problems.

Previously, her online boyfriend demanded that she stand in the dorm at 3 a.m. because he thought it was a waste of money for her to buy herself a pack of facial masks worth 59 dollars.

After being awakened, a roommate reminded Millie to be quiet, but she unexpectedly slapped her, saying she wanted to seduce her boyfriend. Later, she even called white black and black white and posted the matter on the campus forum.

Over time, except for me, Millie's fellow villager, almost no one talked to Millie.

In my previous life, she asked me the same question.

At that time, I saw the fat piled up on her body and the acanthosis nigricans that appeared on her neck, so I kindly advised her to lose weight, saying that it was not good for her health.

Millie's face changed, but she didn't say anything.

Two months later, she successfully lost weight with my company, but what she got was her boyfriend's infidelity.

So, she blamed me for everything and angrily pushed me to the ground.

"It's all your fault! If you hadn't persuaded me, I could have been with him forever!"

"You ruined my love!"

Later, she used some means to make me die miserably in a small alley outside the campus.

Afterwards, they said I caused trouble and was killed by someone.

My parents got on their knees at the school gate, crying and begging to see my body for the last time, but they were driven away by the counselor. He said everything was my fault.

All of that started because I advised Millie to lose weight.

Thinking of that, I looked at the eagerness and concern in Millie's eyes and smiled.

"Since your boyfriend likes you being fat, then eat more. I'll lend you some money."

After hearing that, Millie was satisfied and glanced at the other silent roommates.

"You're the nicest to me."

I turned on my phone with a smile and ordered a few bottles of growth hormones.

Since you like being fat, I'll make you turn into a complete pig.