You where big. Like, BIG! Two of your previous selfs could stand next to each other and you’d still be a little wider. Your globular torso alone jutted out a good three feet in front of you and was round enough that your overstuffed bingo winged arms couldn’t lay all the way down forcing them to rest at an angle.
You were wearing a white tube top that couldn’t fully cover your gut allowing your belly button to be on full display. The chest area had enough room to show off your immense perky cleavage with the words “spoiled princess” stretched out in large pink glittery cursive letters. Over your top was a huge pink puffy coat made with what was probably real dyed animal fur. It seems this new you had a thing for pink.
Your great big ass and fat hips were crammed into some seriously tight daisy dukes which rode up in your crack with the seat of your shorts having been bedazzled with various gems. Your backside alone could take up three chairs on its own. Wrapped around your sizable waistline was a pink studded belt that hugged your underbelly and kept your unzipable shorts from bursting off, held together by a big heart shaped belt buckle.
Lastly was the puffy marshmallow of a face you had. Your cheeks and double chin completely swallowed your head. Your pink lipstick laced lips were luscious and plump and your eyes had some sparkly eyeshadow.
You were in aw at just how different you where from your past life. Was this really who you were as a girl? Surely it wouldn’t have changed that much about you right?
GRRRRRRR!!!
Your gigantic gut shook as a wave of hunger took you by surprise. When was the last you ate!? You were starving! Almost as if on cue you heard a familiar voice. “Beeeeebe! Are you hungry yet? Lunch is ready!” Was that Stacy?
It took a while for you to find where you were going given both the size of both you and the mansion you lived in but you did eventually make your way to the dining room. You found an absolutely massive buffet spread out in front of you.
The smell alone was making your mouth water. The hunger pangs were becoming unbearable so you waddled as fast as you could straight to the table and immediately started stuffing your face. You ripped a turkey leg and somehow polished it off till it was all bone. Had you not been so hungry you would have been more surprised at just how quickly you could eat, but you attention lied elsewhere.
Your pink polished nails dug straight into another drumstick, then another, then once you finished the first drumstick you went straight for the second one in your other hand while using your now free hand to grab more chicken and so on.
“Ehehehe. Looks like someone is getting her fill today.” There it was, Stacy’s voice. You turn to see…
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