A-Magic-Sandwhich

[Story contains a woman who will get fat, gassy, and dirty for cash. Choice career tbh.] ————— It was 6:00 in the morning, right at the time a certain restaurant would be starting to set up for the hustle and bustle that came during the 3 meals of the day and everything in between. A waiter stepped outside of the building to tape a sign to the door that read: ‘WANTED: FOOD DISPOSER. FREE MEALS AND HIGH PAY. NO EXPERIENCE REQUIRED.’ “It was a shame we had to fire Michelle, she was really on top of the whole job,” said a waitress, walking out to the sign. “Yeah well, she also snuck i

[Story contains a fat smelly woman that farts and pees. Also, she’s a goddess of weather so make what you want of that] ————— “*Uuuurp*... now that offering… *huff*... truly satisfied.” The corpulent goddess adjusted herself upon her food-stained throne, allowing whatever pent-up gases in her to be released with a thunderous burp through a mouth coated in crumbs and sauce or as an eruption of flatulence through two sticky lumps of pale flesh. Though, it was often both that made up her methods of expulsion. The sickly-looking noxious fumes released from behind the throne slowly crept aroun

[Dear sweet mother of Jesus H. Christ what have I done why is there a story about a fat shape why has God allowed such an unholy abomination to escape from hellish realms of unspeakable horrors and sin] [It’s not even written well. It’s so bad. So so bad. I’m sorry whoever had the balls to read the whole thing.] “So where exactly are we going? We’ve been sliding across this X-axis for at least a couple thousand units now…” the blue rectangle said tiredly as it followed a yellow circle. “Oh you’ll see soon enough Bloobox, you’re gonna love it I promise!” it responded, with a de

[Story contains a robot with a missed opportunity as a name makes some salty woman fat because some perverted engineer that made the damn thing wanted this to happen. TL;DR woman gets fat] Morgan kicked the stone in front of her in annoyance. “This is like the 20th time someone’s tried to take my ketchup packets this week,” she muttered as she walked down her generic path home from school. “I mean my god, it’s literally just ketchup get your own!” She continued her silent rant, throwing up random arm movements and staring intensely at either the ground or the sky. However with all of this focus on annoying

[This story contains a pretty neat woman that gets pretty fat, pretty slobby, and overall gets pretty disgusting. Scat n’ stuff. You’ve been warned] Irene watched the perfectionist of a human neatly place her books and writing utensils on the table, carefully making sure each one was within her own little perfect distance. While Brooke essentially carrying Irene through her college projects, she had to admit that the 21-year-old was quite weird even for a neat freak as herself. Aside from her tendencies for constant order and cleanliness, she was never seen after around 8:00. Always. No matter what she was doing, she was always g

[Story contains an irradiated fat slob as well as a ‘fat’ robot in the far future of the year something something where disco is illegal. Take this warning with caution.] It’s the year 202018. Nuclear and natural disasters have stricken Earth countless times, turning it into a near inhabitable landscape of irradiated soil and steel. Nearly all life on Earth has vanished into irradiated bones and ashes. Though fortunately, over those two hundred thousand years of exposure to radiation, humans that managed to pull through these radiated times have mutated into things of the likes of grotesque monsters and superheroes only eve

[Now this story contains a not spooky smelly spy that’s fat. But this time I’m only held back by being late 18 days for Christmas. Ya boi is good] “*Uuurrrpp*... can’t believe that was basically a whole damn pizza,” burped the black-suited figure. Her oily gloves reached for the last slice, dripping in lukewarm grease and topped with a mountain of half-melted cheese. Her sauce-covered mouth lazily opened up for the soggy triangle, shoving the whole thing in her with pieces of it dropping all over her armor. Her hand grabbed the rest of the soda liter and chugged it down, ending it with an even louder burp than b

[This story contains a spooky smelly zombie that’s fat. Uploaded the middle of January. When it was meant as a gift in December. While also being topically late 3 months ago] Verbena leaned back on her massive grave, creaking and groaning from the weight of her own overweight body. And that was just an understatement of her size. The rolls on her back essentially consumed the tombstone, coating it in her layers of cellulite and sweat. Her wedding dress has been reduced into stained pieces of cloth that hung onto the moist crease on her body. Her arms were weighted with massive bags of flesh, which shrunk down to fat sausages, also know