She still didn't get it. The more she resists, the happier I am that I decided to do it. It's an amazing feeling. It became the meaning of my existence. My life ended years ago and I have only this one joy left. The only thing I'm afraid of is not finishing this, nothing else scares me. I stopped caring about people's opinions, I have nothing to be ashamed of. If I get caught doing this, I'll be proud of myself.
Niether of us can smell the smell of used oil anymore. At first she used to be sick to her stomach, but since I mix pounds of sugar into the barrels of oil, her stomach can hold everything after feeding. Hectoliters of oil had already flowed through her, she had gained a lot of fat. I give her more daily. I even start using pressure to fill her to the max. And thousands of liters are still waiting for her.