Now, I think if you were a model, and wanted to show that you could be much fatter, I think you would also go overboard on everything.
A month later, located in some house or something, a rancid smell waved through the air, and the house, not any ordinary one, was a horrific mess of trash, rotten food laying everywhere, and piles of shit in random places, truly a horrid mess of what was once a probably clean place.
Now, in the living room of this house laid what was once a model, a girl now weighing in at 800lbs due to the constant shoveling of food into her mullet, chins decorated the diva, a massive gut resting on giant thighs of which were squeezed tight, giant masses of doughy arms, giant breasts that were round, and rested on her gut, and a grease, food, and other item covered body, and a sleeping giant was made!
As said, the blob was in fact sleeping, and silently shuffled awake, and scratching her rear, licking her lips, and yawning. She used all the strength she had to stand up, now would be a good time for a nice backyard shit. Waddling towards her back door, occasionally reaching for some assorted pieces of rotten, stale, and sometimes fresh food. She walked outside and smelt the air, way to fresh, she let out a tremendous bellow from her rear, which ended in a wet sputters, she turned around to let it out...
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