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Obesity
Obesity
Obesity, Fuck yeah!
Comin round to get your motherfuckin hoverround
Obesity, Fuck Yeah!
So climb two stairs and fall through the floor.
Heart tissue your game is through
Cause now you'll have to answer to
Obesity, Fuck Yeah!
So try some cake and eat the rest too
Obsity, Fuck yeah!
Whatcha gonna do when you're a huge fuckin lolcow
It's a dream all hicks can share
It's hope for tomorrow
FUCK YEAH!
Mc'Donalds! FUCK YEAH
Wal-Mart ! FUCK YEAH
You Tube ! FUCK YEAH
Animal abuse! FUCK YEAH
Hair Bows! FUCK YEAH
Not showering! FUCK YEAH
Lesbians! FUCK YEAH
Welfare! FUCK YEAH
Diabetes! FUCK YEAH
Siracha! FUCK YEAH
You Now! FUCK YEAH
Chokers! FUCK YEAH
No eyebrows! FUCK YEAH
Not Dieting! FUCK YEAH
Apnea! FUCK YEAH
8X! FUCK YEAH
Heart Failure! FUCK YEAH
Loneliness! FUCK YEAH
LYING! FUCK YEAH!
Obesity
Obesity, Fuck yeah!
Comin round to get your motherfuckin hoverround
Obesity, Fuck Yeah!
So climb two stairs and fall through the floor.
Heart tissue your game is through
Cause now you'll have to answer to
Obesity, Fuck Yeah!
So try some cake and eat the rest too
Obsity, Fuck yeah!
Whatcha gonna do when you're a huge fuckin lolcow
It's a dream all hicks can share
It's hope for tomorrow
FUCK YEAH!
Mc'Donalds! FUCK YEAH
Wal-Mart ! FUCK YEAH
You Tube ! FUCK YEAH
Animal abuse! FUCK YEAH
Hair Bows! FUCK YEAH
Not showering! FUCK YEAH
Lesbians! FUCK YEAH
Welfare! FUCK YEAH
Diabetes! FUCK YEAH
Siracha! FUCK YEAH
You Now! FUCK YEAH
Chokers! FUCK YEAH
No eyebrows! FUCK YEAH
Not Dieting! FUCK YEAH
Apnea! FUCK YEAH
8X! FUCK YEAH
Heart Failure! FUCK YEAH
Loneliness! FUCK YEAH
LYING! FUCK YEAH!
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Amber clicked off the camera, and hit the upload button. Pretty soon, all those asspats would start rolling in. Sure, there would be haters pretending to be her buddy Dr Now, but she could ignore them. Little did they know the real Dr Now had told her she wasn't like the other 600 pound lifers and wouldn't need to be on the show.
Hitting the upload button had made her out of breath, and the only way she could breathe deeply was to open her lungs and nasal passages with some siracha, so she made herself a simple snack consisting of four cups of fast-cook brown rice (because legit, who can wait for the real thing) cooked in high sodium chicken broth, a can of corn and a half cup of siracha. Yum. That'll clear her lungs and help her breath.
Amberlynn pulled out a paper bowl and grabbed a plastic spoon and doled out her rice to the brim. Becky was coming over in a couple hours and Amberlynn had a problem. "Gorl," thought Amberlynn, "how am I going to get her to take me shopping without having sex?"
You see, Amberlynn was not into sex, cringed at the thought. She didnt know why people cared about sex when there was food and chokers in the world. But the older her girlfriends got, the harder she found it to control them. They seemed to have these needs, and they didn't involve Walmart. Her last girlfriend, Destiny, nagged her until Amberlynn let her finger her. But she couldn't do it back and Destiny wanted more. Like, Gorl, tongues are for food, not....you know.
Amberlynn sighed and grabbed her second bowl of rice. She guessed she'd worry about it later.
**
Knock knock.
"Oh", Amberlynn thought," it's already Becky. ". She was super worried. She knew Becks would be horny and she had been so busy eating that delicious rice, then chocolate, then ice cream, then a frozen TV dinner, that she'd forgotten about Becks, and forgotten to wash her cootch. She was quite worried about that area since she couldn't reach for regular grooming, but she knew Becky was going to want it. She ran a brush through her gleaming, slightly greasy hair, and hoped Becky would be satisfied with just looking at her beautiful face. She pursed her lips and checked the mirror before she opened the door. She was hot looking, if cold physically, and that's all that counts, right?
Alas, it was not to be. Becky rushed in, pastel hair flying, nose ring glistening, and said "baby, I need you. " Amberlynn purred, "I need you too, but I am out of groceries and need to go to the store". "Later baby," insisted Becks, and kissed Amberlynn. She started rubbing her hands across Ambers chest, squeezing and petting. Amberlynn realized in horror that Becky though that fat lump was her boob.
She pulled away and got two Smirnoff Ices out and while Becks drank, she danced, hoping it would. change the mood and make Becky want to call friends and go out. But Becky got close. "Come here baby girl" she said, and started running her hand up the bumps of Ambers leg, making them quiver. She panted as she went higher and higher, saying "come to me baby" over and over. Amberlynn gave in and lay down and closed her eyes, just hoping Becky wouldn't talk about the smell of her. She knew it was bad, like hot sauce and fish and grease from monster trucks. Becky didn't stop, even though the stench was filling the room. As as she got closer to the magic portal, Becks hand snaked under the fat laying above Ambers thighs.
Her eager, shaking hand ducked under the fat apron-and she squealed with delight as she pulled out a full bag of tortilla chips. "I knew they were there!" she said triumphantly.
Amberlynn sighed in relief. "I'll get the salsa".
Hitting the upload button had made her out of breath, and the only way she could breathe deeply was to open her lungs and nasal passages with some siracha, so she made herself a simple snack consisting of four cups of fast-cook brown rice (because legit, who can wait for the real thing) cooked in high sodium chicken broth, a can of corn and a half cup of siracha. Yum. That'll clear her lungs and help her breath.
Amberlynn pulled out a paper bowl and grabbed a plastic spoon and doled out her rice to the brim. Becky was coming over in a couple hours and Amberlynn had a problem. "Gorl," thought Amberlynn, "how am I going to get her to take me shopping without having sex?"
You see, Amberlynn was not into sex, cringed at the thought. She didnt know why people cared about sex when there was food and chokers in the world. But the older her girlfriends got, the harder she found it to control them. They seemed to have these needs, and they didn't involve Walmart. Her last girlfriend, Destiny, nagged her until Amberlynn let her finger her. But she couldn't do it back and Destiny wanted more. Like, Gorl, tongues are for food, not....you know.
Amberlynn sighed and grabbed her second bowl of rice. She guessed she'd worry about it later.
**
Knock knock.
"Oh", Amberlynn thought," it's already Becky. ". She was super worried. She knew Becks would be horny and she had been so busy eating that delicious rice, then chocolate, then ice cream, then a frozen TV dinner, that she'd forgotten about Becks, and forgotten to wash her cootch. She was quite worried about that area since she couldn't reach for regular grooming, but she knew Becky was going to want it. She ran a brush through her gleaming, slightly greasy hair, and hoped Becky would be satisfied with just looking at her beautiful face. She pursed her lips and checked the mirror before she opened the door. She was hot looking, if cold physically, and that's all that counts, right?
Alas, it was not to be. Becky rushed in, pastel hair flying, nose ring glistening, and said "baby, I need you. " Amberlynn purred, "I need you too, but I am out of groceries and need to go to the store". "Later baby," insisted Becks, and kissed Amberlynn. She started rubbing her hands across Ambers chest, squeezing and petting. Amberlynn realized in horror that Becky though that fat lump was her boob.
She pulled away and got two Smirnoff Ices out and while Becks drank, she danced, hoping it would. change the mood and make Becky want to call friends and go out. But Becky got close. "Come here baby girl" she said, and started running her hand up the bumps of Ambers leg, making them quiver. She panted as she went higher and higher, saying "come to me baby" over and over. Amberlynn gave in and lay down and closed her eyes, just hoping Becky wouldn't talk about the smell of her. She knew it was bad, like hot sauce and fish and grease from monster trucks. Becky didn't stop, even though the stench was filling the room. As as she got closer to the magic portal, Becks hand snaked under the fat laying above Ambers thighs.
Her eager, shaking hand ducked under the fat apron-and she squealed with delight as she pulled out a full bag of tortilla chips. "I knew they were there!" she said triumphantly.
Amberlynn sighed in relief. "I'll get the salsa".
Cocco
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I wanted to post mine in one go, but since it's getting a bit long and I haven't finished yet, I'll be breaking this up into small parts. I followed the spirit of @FatFuckingClown 's lovely comics and changed their names, because I can.
Anyway.
I present to you all:
“How could you do this to me?!” Hamhock Cankle shrieked, spittle flying from her gaping maw. “I was your errythaaaaang!”
It took a few moments before her now-ex-girlfriend, Dalton Spedderson, answered. Suspiciously enough, Hamhock thought that she heard a muted beep nearby. It was probably nothing.
“Aw, Hamhock,” Dalton said, "if only you'd meet her. Then you'd understand! She's hot! She's caring! She's got a rack on her back...uuuuuhnnnfffffffgh.” That very thought made the cross-eyed creature reach into her pocket and pull out a large portrait to give it a wet, perverse lick. She continued to sweep her tongue over the glass smeared with dried saliva; the picture frame had been through several instances of abuse. Inside of the cloudy glass, was the image of an unfortunate-looking goblin of a girl. Her scalp was covered by a blonde mop, and she was stuffing a whole triple-decker cheeseburger into her mouth. The name “Svetlana” was signed on the corner in neon-pink marker.
“She's SO ugly, gorl!” Hamhock cried. Her eyes were puffy with tears, which made her round face look like a red beach ball. “My one-eyed fish factory ain't good enough for you?”
Her insults fell flat on Dalton, who was more than happy to continue licking.
Hamhock knew that she had been nothing but a model girlfriend. She lavished her with useless gifts, and dressed her like the twelve-year-old wasteoid princess she was. She even had the honor of being Hamhock's personal crack-wiper. Her pig-like eyes narrowed. Wait a minute. If she could make Dalton, then she could break her.
“Say, Dalton?” She asked sweetly, batting her spidery eyelashes. “I need to go to Floormart to get food for a mookbawng. Will you drive me?”
There was an uncomfortably long silence as Dalton stopped her licking. Another beep. This was getting weird.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” She said, grabbing her keys.
It didn't take long for Dalton's pants to give out and fall down into a ring around her ankles. Her ratty, cartoon-print underwear barely covered her large behind, and exposed the gaping line. The unfortunate creature tripped over herself at the door-frame, sprawled between carpet and sidewalk like an ugly roadbump.
Hamhock grinned happily as she waddled out. Her elephantine legs could barely hover over Dalton, so she found that her floor-ridden ex made a good stepstool, albeit she almost lost her balance. Now, for phase two.
~*~* To be continued in part two: Operation Prism Drop! ~*~*~
Anyway.
I present to you all:
THE REVENGE OF HAMHOCK CANKLE: PART ONE: IS IT HEARTBREAK, OR IS IT HEART DISEASE?
“How could you do this to me?!” Hamhock Cankle shrieked, spittle flying from her gaping maw. “I was your errythaaaaang!”
It took a few moments before her now-ex-girlfriend, Dalton Spedderson, answered. Suspiciously enough, Hamhock thought that she heard a muted beep nearby. It was probably nothing.
“Aw, Hamhock,” Dalton said, "if only you'd meet her. Then you'd understand! She's hot! She's caring! She's got a rack on her back...uuuuuhnnnfffffffgh.” That very thought made the cross-eyed creature reach into her pocket and pull out a large portrait to give it a wet, perverse lick. She continued to sweep her tongue over the glass smeared with dried saliva; the picture frame had been through several instances of abuse. Inside of the cloudy glass, was the image of an unfortunate-looking goblin of a girl. Her scalp was covered by a blonde mop, and she was stuffing a whole triple-decker cheeseburger into her mouth. The name “Svetlana” was signed on the corner in neon-pink marker.
“She's SO ugly, gorl!” Hamhock cried. Her eyes were puffy with tears, which made her round face look like a red beach ball. “My one-eyed fish factory ain't good enough for you?”
Her insults fell flat on Dalton, who was more than happy to continue licking.
Hamhock knew that she had been nothing but a model girlfriend. She lavished her with useless gifts, and dressed her like the twelve-year-old wasteoid princess she was. She even had the honor of being Hamhock's personal crack-wiper. Her pig-like eyes narrowed. Wait a minute. If she could make Dalton, then she could break her.
“Say, Dalton?” She asked sweetly, batting her spidery eyelashes. “I need to go to Floormart to get food for a mookbawng. Will you drive me?”
There was an uncomfortably long silence as Dalton stopped her licking. Another beep. This was getting weird.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” She said, grabbing her keys.
It didn't take long for Dalton's pants to give out and fall down into a ring around her ankles. Her ratty, cartoon-print underwear barely covered her large behind, and exposed the gaping line. The unfortunate creature tripped over herself at the door-frame, sprawled between carpet and sidewalk like an ugly roadbump.
Hamhock grinned happily as she waddled out. Her elephantine legs could barely hover over Dalton, so she found that her floor-ridden ex made a good stepstool, albeit she almost lost her balance. Now, for phase two.
~*~* To be continued in part two: Operation Prism Drop! ~*~*~
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This is positively filthy. Do more.
Red Velvet
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Oh I had a visual of AL sitting at her computer typing this out, the way Kip does to Lafawndah on Napoleon Dynamite.
I regret I only have one Winner rating for you!
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Hammylynn reached inside her massive double fupa and pulled out a snack – green olives and pickles with peanut butter and cream cheese wrapped in salami. These low sodium treats would have to do until she could get her hands on some simple carbohydrates. She had been on a weight loss journey for nearly two hours and so was the expert in all dietary matters. Additionally, one time when she was four she took a massive dump and lost 12 pounds so she used that as motivation to continue on and to mentor others on weight loss on her highly successful MeTube channel.
She knew Dustiny and Shana would be arriving soon to take her to Benny’s and she hadn’t ee-uhn all day. Her favorite restaurant was actually Creamycheeses Factory, but Dustiny wouldn’t take her there anymore. Dustiny always said it was too far now that she was with Shana. Why did Shana always have to come? What did she have that Hammylynn didn’t? A job? A real personality? A life? Hammylynn began to reflect on her life and decided she was way better than Shana. I mean, GORL, LEZBEREAL.
Not only was she MeTube famous, she was also a prolific writer. She had several web-published short stories and poems and was just dipping her walrus flap into the world of BDSM-KateWinslet-Furry fan fiction. How could someone so young have accomplished so much? Like, who was she? Her thoughts raced like maggots on a train… TO BE CONTINUED
She knew Dustiny and Shana would be arriving soon to take her to Benny’s and she hadn’t ee-uhn all day. Her favorite restaurant was actually Creamycheeses Factory, but Dustiny wouldn’t take her there anymore. Dustiny always said it was too far now that she was with Shana. Why did Shana always have to come? What did she have that Hammylynn didn’t? A job? A real personality? A life? Hammylynn began to reflect on her life and decided she was way better than Shana. I mean, GORL, LEZBEREAL.
Not only was she MeTube famous, she was also a prolific writer. She had several web-published short stories and poems and was just dipping her walrus flap into the world of BDSM-KateWinslet-Furry fan fiction. How could someone so young have accomplished so much? Like, who was she? Her thoughts raced like maggots on a train… TO BE CONTINUED
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Sportello
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All of these stories have me rolling. You guys are talented writers, seriously. But, without further ado:
"As the Kentucky summer sun streamed through her cracked blinds, Hamber Juantes woke from her slumber with a jolted snort, the result of untreated sleep apnea, of course. Her sheets were drenched in the same sweat that caused her greasy locks to stick to her unwashed face. With a few more snorts of effort, Hamber heaved her gargantuan mass from side to side, attempting to pick up enough traction to hoist her body out of the bed. After a few failed attempts, Hamber let herself fall back into place, setting off a shuddering thud through her mattress and into the floor below. Thankfully, she didn't have any downstairs neighbors. Hamber panted heavily. This was, in fact, the peak of her exercise for the day.
"Gorl, where's my phone? I need to call Dusty so that she and Danielle can lift me to the bathroom. Oh, and bring me McDonald's breakfast because breakfast goals."
She craned her neck, though its mobility had been severely decreased due to several layers of dense flubber. Her phone was nowhere to be found. It was then that Hamber noticed a sensation in one of her leg folds, and this wasn't the typical moist oozing of puss that she had grown used to. She pried open the fold to find that, among the open sores, her phone had somehow become lodged there during the night. Interestingly enough, she also discovered a single, oil soaked pepperoni from last night's pizza binge. Never one to waste calories, Hamber scarfed the pepperoni and proceeded to lick what residue was left on her porky fingers.
But we all knew this was not enough to satisfy the beast within."
To be continued. Maybe?
"As the Kentucky summer sun streamed through her cracked blinds, Hamber Juantes woke from her slumber with a jolted snort, the result of untreated sleep apnea, of course. Her sheets were drenched in the same sweat that caused her greasy locks to stick to her unwashed face. With a few more snorts of effort, Hamber heaved her gargantuan mass from side to side, attempting to pick up enough traction to hoist her body out of the bed. After a few failed attempts, Hamber let herself fall back into place, setting off a shuddering thud through her mattress and into the floor below. Thankfully, she didn't have any downstairs neighbors. Hamber panted heavily. This was, in fact, the peak of her exercise for the day.
"Gorl, where's my phone? I need to call Dusty so that she and Danielle can lift me to the bathroom. Oh, and bring me McDonald's breakfast because breakfast goals."
She craned her neck, though its mobility had been severely decreased due to several layers of dense flubber. Her phone was nowhere to be found. It was then that Hamber noticed a sensation in one of her leg folds, and this wasn't the typical moist oozing of puss that she had grown used to. She pried open the fold to find that, among the open sores, her phone had somehow become lodged there during the night. Interestingly enough, she also discovered a single, oil soaked pepperoni from last night's pizza binge. Never one to waste calories, Hamber scarfed the pepperoni and proceeded to lick what residue was left on her porky fingers.
But we all knew this was not enough to satisfy the beast within."
To be continued. Maybe?
haygurlhay
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You guys are killing me with the stories! I want AL to read these so bad.
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For those who prefer tales of romance and sexual escapades:
Ricki rooted through Hammylynns skin folds with the expert precision of a pig rooting for truffles. Hammy squealed with delight as her acrylicly manicured hooves danced in the air with delight. “Oh, RICKI!” She exclaimed. But Ricki couldn’t hear her. She was diving deep into the secret folds of the dank, dark fupa. It was so dark that she thought about turning back at times. But still, she pressed on. She was one of the most distinguished members of the Bearded Clam Society and had been in situations like this before. As she trekked on, she left a trail of pizza rolls and ranch. She knew her beloved Hammylynn would come looking for her if she was gone too long. She followed the distinct smell of tuna and brisket and at last reached the beef curtains. Dare she enter? Would she even fit in the fabled “tiny hole?” Only Dustiny had reached its depths before. Ricki knew that Hammylynn had been raped by a trannysaurus so she proceeded with caution so as not to scare the tiny hole. What treasures would it hold? Would it compare to the beauty of Kate Winslet? Only one way to find out....
Ricki rooted through Hammylynns skin folds with the expert precision of a pig rooting for truffles. Hammy squealed with delight as her acrylicly manicured hooves danced in the air with delight. “Oh, RICKI!” She exclaimed. But Ricki couldn’t hear her. She was diving deep into the secret folds of the dank, dark fupa. It was so dark that she thought about turning back at times. But still, she pressed on. She was one of the most distinguished members of the Bearded Clam Society and had been in situations like this before. As she trekked on, she left a trail of pizza rolls and ranch. She knew her beloved Hammylynn would come looking for her if she was gone too long. She followed the distinct smell of tuna and brisket and at last reached the beef curtains. Dare she enter? Would she even fit in the fabled “tiny hole?” Only Dustiny had reached its depths before. Ricki knew that Hammylynn had been raped by a trannysaurus so she proceeded with caution so as not to scare the tiny hole. What treasures would it hold? Would it compare to the beauty of Kate Winslet? Only one way to find out....
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The two month anniversary had come. The room was dim. Becky looked to the bed where Amberlynn, as promised, sprawled herself naked across a surplus of cheap Walmart pillows and gaudy blankets. Not unlike her, their separate parts were indistinguishable, flushed with rays of pink, white, presumably unwashed. A ceramic elephant cast hearts across the dark wall. The glint of a thousand spying earrings gazed in horror from their plastic container on a desk. Whirlwinds of uncomplimentary febreez flavors from hours earlier still lingered, enough to tailspin any sane human into a nauseous migraine. "Come get it gorl!" The giantess smiled. When she smiled, her jowls pronounced. Her cheeks swelled and her eyes became that of a shrew in permanent squint. Amberlynn knew not of the daring dance of romance, only how to ignite the desires of her own kind, which was in knowing the temptation of the mountainous flesh. The mouth. The nostrils. Her naked body let exposed long enough thickened the air with a scent from a foreign place, a place yet to be discovered by any man or top-dollar gynecologist. A scent so strong the strongest of all wax cakes and candles on earth combined could not dethrone. It was a strange, sour aroma with a varying array of indistinct familiarity. Cheese, of some sort. Perhaps gorgonzola. Becky glanced around the room. Her mind began to race with a slew of second thoughts, what ifs and oh nos. There was no gorgonzola. Where was it coming from?
I wanted to jump on the bandwagon but I can't write anymore of this it's making me hate myself.
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These fanfics were fucking amazing.
Big AL needs to upload more vlogs so we can rip her apart. She's getting even more and more boring. WE NEED NEW CONTENT.
Big AL needs to upload more vlogs so we can rip her apart. She's getting even more and more boring. WE NEED NEW CONTENT.
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(I'm late, but here is my contribution to these fanfics of greatness.)
Her hands were unlike most hands. They certainly differed from those belonging to fellow customers and the staff she saw flitting this way and that across the restaurant. She saw some gnarled with age, veins and spots mottling the paper thin skin enveloping bones and sinew. She watched the pudgy baby hands of children she could never be arsed to squeeze out of her yeasty hole.
She observed the hands of all of the in-betweens: long or lanky fingers, strong muscular paws, dainty bejewelled nails wearing fine rings and wrists glinting with bangles.
With her bitch face settling into place, she let out a wheezing sigh, fiddling with the juvenile and inappropriate bow-shaped ring cutting off the circulation of one of her sausage fingers. As per usual, she wrenched her bored gaze away from the world and focused back on what had always been most important: herself.
Now, her own mitts were accented with small brown rings that were not due to jewellery or tattoos. These brown stain-looking “accents” were to be seen upon each of her knuckles, near the tips of her fingers and otherwise. Strangely, these stains also showed upon her wrists and her neck, but this particular one was hidden by a choker hanging from its last thread.
She was not concerned. She would simply replace it at home using one of the many alternatives she kept in the drawer of her vanity, the surface of which was crowned with dozens of cheap perfumes she used to mask the stench of the sweat crusting her many folds.
Amber pulled out her mobile device, remembering she was exactly one week late in uploading what was supposed to have been a “daily” vlog, and popped her eyes as she forced her pendulous jowls into a superficial smile. The restaurant went eerily quiet during its momentary lull as she made her voice as shrill as her enlarged heart could muster, forcing the air and accompanying words out through her nose as she spoke them from her throat:
“Hay gaaiiiiseee!”
The effect was grotesque and caused a dog somewhere in the city to flinchingly cringe and whine. Three children turned to see where the alarming sound came from, as did two servers, a busboy, and some people who were not even in the restaurant but had heard her from the other side of the window near the front of the building. They all turned to see her planetoid form crammed into a booth, like too many pillows shoved into a small linen closet.
“So I know I said I wasn’t gonna eat until supper, but the truth is that I haven’t ee-uhn since yesterday and gorl… you know me…”
Amberlynn held her phone above her, as high as she could, contorting her bulk in order to perform the favoured angles which restored the appearance of her humanity. The fat of her enormous arm wobbled as she began to perspire from the effort it took just to raise what was likely 100lbs so high into the air.
Nearby, a mother asked the server for another seat for herself and her horrified children. The stink of Amber’s body odour mingled with a mixture of skank perfumes and stale body spray wafting throughout the restaurant, upsetting the kids and calling their attention to her impossible girth.
Her hands were unlike most hands. They certainly differed from those belonging to fellow customers and the staff she saw flitting this way and that across the restaurant. She saw some gnarled with age, veins and spots mottling the paper thin skin enveloping bones and sinew. She watched the pudgy baby hands of children she could never be arsed to squeeze out of her yeasty hole.
She observed the hands of all of the in-betweens: long or lanky fingers, strong muscular paws, dainty bejewelled nails wearing fine rings and wrists glinting with bangles.
With her bitch face settling into place, she let out a wheezing sigh, fiddling with the juvenile and inappropriate bow-shaped ring cutting off the circulation of one of her sausage fingers. As per usual, she wrenched her bored gaze away from the world and focused back on what had always been most important: herself.
Now, her own mitts were accented with small brown rings that were not due to jewellery or tattoos. These brown stain-looking “accents” were to be seen upon each of her knuckles, near the tips of her fingers and otherwise. Strangely, these stains also showed upon her wrists and her neck, but this particular one was hidden by a choker hanging from its last thread.
She was not concerned. She would simply replace it at home using one of the many alternatives she kept in the drawer of her vanity, the surface of which was crowned with dozens of cheap perfumes she used to mask the stench of the sweat crusting her many folds.
Amber pulled out her mobile device, remembering she was exactly one week late in uploading what was supposed to have been a “daily” vlog, and popped her eyes as she forced her pendulous jowls into a superficial smile. The restaurant went eerily quiet during its momentary lull as she made her voice as shrill as her enlarged heart could muster, forcing the air and accompanying words out through her nose as she spoke them from her throat:
“Hay gaaiiiiseee!”
The effect was grotesque and caused a dog somewhere in the city to flinchingly cringe and whine. Three children turned to see where the alarming sound came from, as did two servers, a busboy, and some people who were not even in the restaurant but had heard her from the other side of the window near the front of the building. They all turned to see her planetoid form crammed into a booth, like too many pillows shoved into a small linen closet.
“So I know I said I wasn’t gonna eat until supper, but the truth is that I haven’t ee-uhn since yesterday and gorl… you know me…”
Amberlynn held her phone above her, as high as she could, contorting her bulk in order to perform the favoured angles which restored the appearance of her humanity. The fat of her enormous arm wobbled as she began to perspire from the effort it took just to raise what was likely 100lbs so high into the air.
Nearby, a mother asked the server for another seat for herself and her horrified children. The stink of Amber’s body odour mingled with a mixture of skank perfumes and stale body spray wafting throughout the restaurant, upsetting the kids and calling their attention to her impossible girth.
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Hamber needs to make a vlog where she reads these. Bring rafe around more, something!
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Oh, she will girl... she will.
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