Picking up your jacket, you call out your good byes to your mother, who was currently on the can and crapping out everything from her bowels before you leave the house. It doesn't take long for you to reach the park and walk around until you find your target(s).
Straight ahead of you was the rumored woods, where people have noticed some weird things. One was where a fat horse was living there, which wouldn't sound unusual, if it wasn't for the fact that there was no place for a horse to be at within a few kilometer radius, and another rumor was footprints was found at the size of vans. Those and other rumors of monsters that resembled women were the most common stories told, yet nobody had really bothered to look too deeply into them. The trees towered over you like you were a small Lego piece and you had to admit, it was bit intimating, but you were willing to press on. However, your hormones helped you notice two things on either side of the forest.
The first one was a woman who was trying to lose by jogging and sweat was rolling off her by the buckets. Wearing some black booty shorts that was unable to contain a good third of her ass, though miraculously surviving her massive fat ass, her gut stuck out at least several feet out and her boobs were only half the size of that in her super strained white sports bra. Her blonde hair was tied up with a blue scrunchie and a green headband was desperately trying to keep the sweat getting into her lively green eyes as her face was red from exhaustion. Spotting a bench, you note you could make it there before her and check out the other side.
A massive ginger woman, standing way taller than your mother was sitting down on a red-white checkered blanket and dressed in a light cyan dress with a sun hat. Beside her is a miniature clone of her, her daughter, in a purple white dress and both were eating the feast before them. Junk food of all types, chilli, burritos, tacos, veggies, and lots of dairy products were flying down their throats as you watched, knowing that their stomachs will purge it downwards.
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