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The Black Fat
[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 before that sent crumbs out of her mouth.
The figure in question was none other than the infamous Black Cat, nefarious assassin by the night, and generic pizza woman by day. While it was merely just a cover for her true profession, there was no denying that such a cover had plenty of benefits, most noticeably the constant supply of free food after ho
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Big Blighted Bride
[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 known as her fingers. All they could do was slowly massage her enormous gut. Even then, they did a poor job due to all of the undead flesh in her way.
The offerings and gifts were brought to her graveyard as a way to celebrate her long-awaited marriage, which was strangely celebrated every day since that long-awaited moment. The gifts and such in questi
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Elise the Obese
[This story weight gain, sick booty butts, and a cyoot vampire girl]
“Oof… Thanks again for the meal Karen…” Elise moaned, rubbing her massive gut. Her dress was already getting stretched their limits, begging for any form of releasing. Flesh poked out of it like bubbles in the water. “I don’t think I can move anymore…”
“Oh Elise you know that I would only serve you the best,” responded the multi-tentacled cook. Her arms whizzed around the kitchen at a disturbing pace. Ingredients splattered around her workplace and kitchen supplies were juggled around, catching whatever was flying out from her shadow, all the meanwhile dishes were pulled off and out of the oven and thrown out onto the table. “Oh but shoot, it still looks like I’ve made too much again. You wouldn’t mind a bit more food in that little guy of yours would you?”
Elise groaned as she continued to caress her plush gut. “*Groans*... I re
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Poo-l Party
[Story contains a bit of a slobby stuffing wg and a lot of shit. Literally.]
[Cue laughtrack]
Summer. It's the perfect time, to kick back, relax, and enjoy the pool from the burning weather, which was exactly what Grace and her friends Carmen and Eve were. The 3 of them splashed around in her pool, throwing up water and squirting it at each other. Naturally, it wasn’t before long that they had worked themselves into quite the appetite. Fortunately for them, Grace had already bought them all a massive pack of Mexican food, fit with burritos and nachos and to her own preference, extra cheese, extra beans, and extra spiciness.
“Aren’t you like, pretty lactose intolerant Grace?” said Carmen, who was already biting into the massive tortilla.
“Yeah, it’s probably a good idea to not go overboard with the whole cheese thing. The last time you had something with this much cheese you were in the bathroom for an hour,” Eve added, squeezing the burrito to
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The Birthday Cake
[WHAT IS THIS?! Something not totally vomit-inducing?? Something that includes only: Stuffing, Weight Gain, and Light Slob??]
[Yes.]
Today was a great day for Rebecca; her 20th birthday. Two decades of her life had gone by, which was probably a quarter of her whole life already. Naturally, this caused some uproar among her friends who wanted to do something quite special for this momentous occasion. So here she was, being driven to a rentable warehouse somewhere on the outside of town via truck. While this normally would arouse some sort of suspicion, being driven to such a place using a truck by her friends definitely hardened the fact that this was going to just be a simple surprise gift.
As the truck slowly was backed up to the warehouse door, Sadie asked her one of her friends,”So Sally, what exactly is this present? Is it something big? Small? Clothing?”
Sally, who was also driving the truck, responded,”Oh please, I’m sure you can wait 5 minutes to know wha
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Witch's Brew
[Coprophilia, massive weight gain, and overall a bunch shit. Literally. Like I mean a lot. Turn away if you're digusted by this warning alone]
“Hmm… No no no, this isn’t it... “ the robed figure said as she looked various colored vials and bottles. Shelves were seemingly endless with all sorts of ingredients used in a brew, albeit some a bit cliche. All the meanwhile small brewing set sat on a table, bubbling with whatever liquids were already in there. She looked back at the book at the table then grabbed a very viscous liquid.
Squinting at the page, she complained,”I can barely read half of these characters! How are some of these recipes completely illegible while the others are such a pristine condition?”
Words and numbers were strewn all over the page as if someone dropped a bottle of ink next to it and left the splatters. She looked at the vial in suspicion, questioning why she needs so much Dragonseal grease, the liquid in question, for any rec
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Becky and the Cheerleaders (Pt. 3/Finale)
[If you've read the last 2 stories, you know the drill. If not, then shame on you. But I guess I'll repeat myself: Story includes copious amounts of wg, poop, and other slob stuff. Capiche?]
Once again, they all huddled in their “little” friendship circle only this time it was Samantha’s room. A pile of greasy paper bags sat beside the doors, ready to be eaten. The whole room was a mess in general. Dirty and ripped clothes and scraps of food blanketed the floor, with various mystery stains that had tiny patches of mold on them. Her bed had a massive sinkhole that outlined her body shape and a very suspicious looking brown blotch. And the room generally smelled like a sewer, which was a change of pace for once.
Angeline, despite being herself, said,”God this place is disgusting! Why’d we even choose this place?!” Although the entire place looked like a dumpster, she just mindlessly plopped herself down onto a month old pizza.
“Well for one, if I
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Becky and the Cheerleaders (Pt. 2)
[Story still includes copious amounts of wg, slob, and all the juicy details in between, especially shit n' stuff. You've still been warned, mate.]
Another lunchtime rolled around and once again met at their dumpster lunch spot, newly improved with 1 wide bench seat and 4 smaller seats. They went around the back and had to, of course, pull Becky through. Becky’s farts started to grow more violent as the cheerleader pulled harder and harder trying to get through the door. The only thing that hindered them was a small thin bar that connected the double doors which were on the verge of breaking.
“Almost *uuuuuuuuurrrpp* got you! Ooh… I think that the 11th bottle might have been a bit too much...” Emilia said. Gurgling could easily be heard from her stomach.
“M-m-mmmmm... please hurry!” Becky was nearly out, but her oversized bottom clung onto the bar like it was holding on for dear life. Her pants were already stained with a “fresher” nausea
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Becky and the Cheerleaders (Pt. 1)
[Story includes copious amounts of wg, slob, and all the juicy details in between, especially shit n' stuff. You've been warned, mate]
Intro:
Becky was far from popular in her high school. She was an absolute nerd, as shy as a rock, and of course, almost no one knew her. All except the cheerleading squad, which was her constant form of torment. The cheerleading squad ruined the lives of others as well, but Becky was their favorite. Every day was the same routine for her; study, avoid human contact as much as possible and eventually get found by the cheerleaders. They were a nasty bunch, feeding on Becky like fresh meat in a piranha pool. The average harassment involved name calling, messing with her items, public humiliation, etc., the normal bully stuff. For people who are supposed to provide "cheer", they weren't too great at it.
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Day 1
One day, the group had thought of an over-the-top devious plan for Becky. They set it in motion that very same day, specifically at lunch.
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[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 before that sent crumbs out of her mouth.

The figure in question was none other than the infamous Black Cat, nefarious assassin by the night, and generic pizza woman by day. While it was merely just a cover for her true profession, there was no denying that such a cover had plenty of benefits, most noticeably the constant supply of free food after hours. It was no surprise that after dozens and dozens of extra cheesy pizzas paired with gallons of soda had packed countless pounds on her figure.

Her once-svelte figure had ballooned into a plump frame that stretched the suit she wore to its limit, with whatever pieces of armor barely being to hold up from the stress of her size. The belt she wore choked her fleshy gut, making a clear indent between marshmallow thighs that squished together and a doughy stomach that lurched just over the belt’s emblem. Her tits overflowed from her suit, barely able to be contained within the armor. The only that was able to be contained were crumbs and liquids that managed to drop into that canyon of hers.

Looking over at the ticking clock on the wall, the spy as she slowly tried to bring herself up from the couch she laid on, dropping even more crumbs onto the floor. “Dam- *uuurrp*... that time already?” she muttered to herself, wiping whatever moist stains on her gloves onto the even more stained catsuit. From food stains to stains from missions to mysterious crotch stains, her formerly sleek suit had turned into a faint mosaic of her previous meals, but naturally the time and need to clean it never even came close.

She flexed a bit trying to loosen her muscles a bit before hopping out, but not before various gaseous outbursts that immediately filled the room with the stench of moldy cheese. Grabbing her twin laser rifles and a few extra pizza slices, she climbed through her hidden tunnel, each step stretching the suit to its limits and filling it with her lingering sour stench.

Her covert missions have been going on nonstop for her for these past few months, constantly leaving her short on time for anything, specifically any hygiene issues. All she could do was finish off her job, eat, and off she went to do what she had to do. Time for cleaning herself or her room was gone, both slowly building up into a putrid mess that reeked of rotting food and hot garbage. The closest things to showers she had were stakeouts in murky swamps. From her head to pits to nether regions her hair grew greasier and unkempt, constantly sweating with the smell of dead fish.

The only thing that probably smelled worse than her own body was what came out of it. It was almost constant that she would release a spray of her rancid farts, both silent and thunderous. Either way, the foul stench lingered around her a personal cloud, always surrounding her with the fetid smell of digested dairy and fat. Her catsuit made sure of this by barely letting any of the toxic gases out and letting settle into her flabby body, sweating constantly from the uncomfortable warmth. It also didn't help that her body was forced to go through these small tunnels that rubbed against her corpulent rear to her swollen stomach.

“I swear, these tunnels get smaller and smell worse every time I crawl through them,” she gasped, already exhausted from going through a third of the tunnel. It wasn’t a surprise that she was already out of breath at this point since her oversized body, that once barely took up a half of the space, now easily was crammed in it like a sausage link.

Each time she moved herself forward her hefty stomach and pillowy hips would drag along the metal. The stench of both her sweaty rolls and a bulbous rear that constantly released a plethora of repulsive fumes did quite the opposite of helping the air quality, leaving her trapped in there with the smell of rotting meat and spoiled milk that had been left in the sun. It was also quite unfortunate to have the only opening of her suit be where her cleavage was, where all of those gases vented into her face.

As soon as she exited the crawlspace, the chubby assassin flopped onto the ground, letting her chunky belly balance on top while she wheezed. “God… *huff huff*... I’ve really gotten out of shape…” she moaned, feeling around her meaty curves. “Ugh, and that smell… *huff*... doesn’t help either... *huff*...” She slowly pushed herself up, trying her hardest not to let one rip, or at least, a loud one. Grabbing her weapons, she crept through the underbrush towards the ominous building in front of her, all the meanwhile grumbling about the foul odor and excessive fat that had grown around her.

“Stupid pizza place… I don't even know why I haven't done something else as cover,” she mumbled to herself, stuffing her mouth another slice. “Their pizza isn’t even that great.”
The Black Fat
The second part of gift for my boy :icontimtams270:
If you haven't checked out his stuff, go do it, reasons listed in the first story which you should probably check out as well:
Big Blighted Bride
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[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 known as her fingers. All they could do was slowly massage her enormous gut. Even then, they did a poor job due to all of the undead flesh in her way.

The offerings and gifts were brought to her graveyard as a way to celebrate her long-awaited marriage, which was strangely celebrated every day since that long-awaited moment. The gifts and such in question were some of the most fattening and gas-inducing foods in the world. From pizzas absolute drippings in greasy meats and pounds upon pounds of cheese to burritos filled to the brim with beans and chili as big as her mouth and everything in between. Whatever it was, it was always something that dripped with fat, cheese, beans or all of the above. From day one the portions slowly grew from a measly portion of enough food to feed the entire cat army for a day, and that soon become a light snack for her ferocious hunger.

The only way that she was able to even keep up with this endless parade of food was her undead wedded, using his skeletal limbs to rise up from the ground to feed his sweet princess. From shoving thick juicy meats down her throat to caressing every curve of her body, he was there to make sure she was feeling full and well. Though, the feeling of being full was completely alien to Verbena. This, however, did not stop her groans of aroused pain from the constant flow of food down into her swollen body for it a break. But both of them knew that he would have continued to cram more calorie-dense food into that stomach of hers till it was tight as a drum, and then some.

Although, it was most likely a fortunate thing that he was dead while doing so to save him time from dying from the ungodly smell she permeated. The fact that she was undead had already given her a bit of a sour odor before she became a hulking mass of rotten flesh. Her endless appetite for cheese and beans had already made its mark in her stomach, causing her releasing toxic odors into the air, whether she wanted to or not. Her massive size left her whole weight on that elephantine ass of hers, constantly trumpeting out massive amounts of gas, turning the air into a humidly sickening haze of greenish-brown. The warm, gaseous air only added to her already fetid smell as sweat was sprinkled around her whole body, constantly dripping into muddied puddles. Combined with the fact that her whole body smelt like burning garbage, it was like a swamp that seemed to consumed anything was thrown in it. Every time her arms were raised, peeking into her puts was like seeing a jungle, soaking with aged sweat and hair that somehow grew, but could very well be mold that grew on this near, inhuman septic barrel of food.

Cheese and grease coated her vicious maw from the nearly endless amount of junk that was shoved into her mouth. It dripped from her thick jowls, smeared with even thicker amounts of sauce, to her numerous chins that flapped each time she opened her greedy mouth for more food. Whatever food completely spilled out of her mouth dropped down onto that absolutely immense gut of hers that spilled and oozed all over the dirt with tits that followed suit. Underneath all of that unkempt flesh was like a dripping cavern with more of that perspiration building up. Even worse was the sickishly yellow pool of liquid that seemed to spill endlessly from that mutilated hole of hers. All of that fermenting under those pounds of dying flesh and slimy sweat.

From her completely oversized, sweating, mounds of dying cellulite to her hygiene issues through the roof and essentially completely forgotten about, it was no surprise that the Cat Army wanted nothing to do with her. Mostly due to the fact, anyone within a near enough vicinity around her would completely get knocked out and lose some of their senses. Did that upset her that she was probably never going to see her friends ever again due to her own unhygienic wellbeing? Not at all, as it seemed the only thing that mattered to her was stuffing her face with cheese-coated burgers and deep fried food and her lovely hubby and with both things at her disposal, she was more than happy to retire her role to spend her days lounging around in the putrid marshes of her graveyard to pig out ridiculously large amounts junk food and freely release thunderous arrays of farts that would only add to the deadly air quality.

It was fortunate that Verbena lived far away in that swamp-like cemetery of hers, otherwise, anyone who stumbled upon her ungodly form of flesh and noxious flatulence would need a grave of their own.
Big Blighted Bride
The first part of a gift for my boy :icontimtams270:
Go check out his stuff, he has that razzle-dazzle talent minus the razzle-dazzle because at the time of writing he has drawn nothing with jazz hands nor flashy clothing
I'd link the second story but I don't know how to edit in a shorter link lol
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[This story weight gain, sick booty butts, and a cyoot vampire girl]

“Oof… Thanks again for the meal Karen…” Elise moaned, rubbing her massive gut. Her dress was already getting stretched their limits, begging for any form of releasing. Flesh poked out of it like bubbles in the water. “I don’t think I can move anymore…”

“Oh Elise you know that I would only serve you the best,” responded the multi-tentacled cook. Her arms whizzed around the kitchen at a disturbing pace. Ingredients splattered around her workplace and kitchen supplies were juggled around, catching whatever was flying out from her shadow, all the meanwhile dishes were pulled off and out of the oven and thrown out onto the table. “Oh but shoot, it still looks like I’ve made too much again. You wouldn’t mind a bit more food in that little guy of yours would you?”

Elise groaned as she continued to caress her plush gut. “*Groans*... I really don’t think I can Karen, I feel like I’m gonna pop if I eat anymore.”

Karen straddled over to Elise, her eyes fixated on the bulbous mound of flesh that laid upon her lap, the fabric stretching at its limits. Her moist hands slowly made their way to Elise’s stomach, feeling around the softs lumps of flesh that stuck out. Her breathing grew heavier and her cheeks grew more flushed each passing second her hands were on this massive lump of fat.

Meanwhile, Elise was just sitting there awkwardly, staying silent. “I- *uurp* -appreciate the massage Karen but are you okay?” Elise asked, silently questioning why Karen was such a weirdo.

She instantly snapped back from her blissful daydream, putting her hands behind her back and sheepishly smiling, cheeks seemingly growing redder with embarrassment. “Oh yes I’m perfectly fine, I just want to make sure if you still had room for just a little bit more you know! Really fill you up!”

Elise questionably looked at Karen “Couldn’t you just finish the rest yourself?”
“But I made this just for you! And I would rather have my own meal completely set up when I eat!” Karen’s eyes widened and her hands formed her signature little heart shape, leaning closer to Elise. “Please?”

She sighed, there’s no way Elise could ever deny Karen’s classic begging stance, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it. “Okay, fine, I guess I can try to finish the rest of your meal,” Elise responded, pulling in a massive plate of greasy meat and a fork.

“Yay! Thanks so much Elise, I swear you won’t regret it!” Karen said with glee, sliding right back in the kitchen to whip up dessert.

Elise bittersweetly looked at the rest of the food on the table, which dripped of various sauces and grease. ‘Well, I better make room then for the rest of this’, she thought, ripping open the rest of her dress, letting her massive, doughy gut burst out onto the table like a pale beanbag. It was probably a good thing that Karen wasn’t here to witness that or else she would have to go hungry for the next few hours. Suddenly a loud *thump* was heard in the kitchen. Elise peered over to see Karen laying on the floor with a large grin on her face and a large amount of red in her cheeks. She looked back at Elise with the same dumb grin and thumbs up before flopping down onto the floor once again.  ‘Maybe Karen needs to take a break, I think she’s been a bit working too hard’, she thought before diving back into a plate of ribs.
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It was before long that the meal from her stomach would digest, spreading out all of her fatty flesh around her body. And by around I mean mostly to her ass. As she walked down the hall, her new dress was barely able to hold in all of that behind, slowly working away from the fabric that kept her rear covered. Soft bits of flesh poke started to leak out along with a massive pair of panties that eventually wedged itself in between the blubbery bottom.

“Ack! I really hope I can make it to my room this time, I don’t think my dress can make it…” she grumbled, trying to pull up whatever dress had shimmied down her enormous backside. These were the days that she wished she could live in a smaller home, or at least live closer to the kitchen. Her feet ached from carrying around that derriere of hers, with each step causing it to quiver like a plate of jello, further implementing the risk of a wardrobe accident.

It wasn’t before long that she could hear the sounds of slight ripping and tear behind her, followed by a cool breeze washing over her. Elise fearfully looked over her shoulder only to see that her dress slowly drifted apart to expose the soft, fleshy lumps from dinner, only held closer together by the few strands that managed to stay together. Despite this absolutely embarrassing outcome, she continued to press on with a lighter step, only to have the already destroyed dress be tarnished even further with an even larger that made its way down her chunky, trunk-like thighs. Meanwhile, the already large rip that merely peaked at her meaty buns had opened up, releasing her corpulent cheeks that seemed to expand out of the fabric. Her panties were darkened with sweat by the strenuous movement of moving one leg after another, becoming moister as the fabric went down.

Evident by her burning warmth in her cheeks and the futile attempts to pull together what shreds of fabric were left, Elise was, to at the least, embarrassed.
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It was 1 in the morning for Elise, which meant she was just about done with her midnight meal. She and her stomach groaned in both pain and pleasure as she poured the rest of the decadent amalgamation down her maw, tired from both the time of day and the fact that she had already consumed 22 other ‘shakes’ that were each bigger than a gallon. The rich and creamy liquid flowed down her throat like butter, ballooning her stomach to an uncomfortable limit.

Her pale stomach grew more and more taught each gulp she took, turning it from the once soft and fleshy potbelly to a massive pale orb that peered out of her large pink pajamas. Not to mention an ass that would kill any chairs with less than a 5 feet radius. Even with the custom-made pajamas, it could only barely contain her bloated rear, with lumps of flesh sticking out from tears. She laid back on her couch, letting all of that thick creaminess settle in that bloated gut of hers, groaning and bubbling like a boiling pot.

With her Newly formed adipose, it was no surprise that Elise had trouble with lifting both her blubbery belly and her massive ass off of the couch, sunken in by the countless time she laid her colossal rear on it. Each second of struggle added another drop of sweat to her body as even trying to lean forward and backward put an enormous strain on her, not to mention the fact that her gut sat on her lap like a pet, except this one was made out of; pure fat and flesh. It then took another 10 minutes of trying to rock herself back up what with all previous successful attempts ending up with her rotund butt dropping her down with a soft bump.

But fortunately for Elise she finally managed to end up back on her feet, unhappy to once again carry all of her junk the trunk and dripping in sweat after all of that. To refuel, she once more tiredly trudged back to the kitchen, making just one more, maybe 2, connections to refuel herself after that excruciating workout. Each step caused her ass to wobble to and fro like a water balloon and her stomach to bump up and down each weak attempt at lifting those tree trunk thighs, sweat forming from her forehead to the insides of her pajamas. It was days like these she wished that she would eat less, or at least, move less.
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Unsurprisingly, through her time, and food, consuming antics it had already turned into the middle of the night. Elise sighed as the clock continued to move past the 2 o’clock mark.

Considering the time of night and after all that excruciating movement, she decided to move into the other room where she can plant her gut and ass, but not before grabbing as much food as she can from the kitchen, ranging from tubs of ice cream to leftover fried chicken.

As she watched Sonic Underground™, according to her the best show in existence, sounds of suckers popping could faintly be heard in the distance. “I heard talking hedgehogs… *yawns*... what’s going on?” Karen groaned, rubbing her tired yellow eyes, which grew wide looking at her ginormous ass, dripping with sweat, barely contained by her red panties. The only thing that remained of her pants were stuck at her ridiculously thick thighs, acting more like socks than anything else. Even then they seemed to slowly tear apart, revealing more and more of those thick rolls that swallowed up her feet. Her ass seemed to jiggle each weary breathe she took.

Elise bit off a chunk of the chicken before turning her head towards her. “Oh… *huff*... H-hey Karen… d-didn’t... *huff*... mean to wake you up…” She back towards the television, licking the ice cream cone in her hand, wishing that she had considered a better way to hold an ice cream cone and bucket.

Karen moved to the front of Elise’s to take in more of her sweaty chunkiness, her face breathing with the same heaviness as Elise, naturally for a much more different reason. She could see 2 massive slabs of flesh piled on top of each other, sweat dripping off and into the cracks where they met, like a pancake smothered in syrup. Her belly button could’ve swallowed someone’s arm whole and leave it dripping with sweat if taken out. Her breasts laid upon her elephantine gut, barely being able to be contained in the already oversized bra she was wearing. In between the 2 ample sacs of flesh were a river of sweat and crumbs that slowly grew as Elise continued to munch on her snacks.

“H-hey Elise, need some more s-snacks?” Karen asked, trying to get an excuse to leave before she would faint on the spot again.

“*Huff*... Yeah… that would… *huff*... be great…” She responded, shoving the rest of the cone into her mouth. She watched Karen wearily amble towards the kitchen, easily hearing the heavy breathing as she made her way there. As the door closed, she was reminded of something important. “Oh… *huff*... and Karen?”

Karen poked her reddened face out the door. “Y-yes…?”

“You haven’t…. looked or sounded that great…. *huff*... for the past few days… Do you need a vacation… *huff*...?”

“W-what me?! Vacation? N-no, I-I’m fine here with y-you! I-In f-fact I’ve never b-been better haha!” Karen stammered before immediately ducking her head back into the kitchen, gladly away from Elise.

Elise looked at the door with a puzzled look, before turning her head back to the television. ‘I don’t think I’ll ever know why Karen is such a weirdo’, she thought, ‘But I do know that she’s a nice weirdo’.
Elise the Obese
A gift for my goodest son :iconmysterydad: and his precious vampire girl. Naturally, I'm 6 days late.
Based on this semi-sequence:
Good Eats
Who Needs Dresses Anyway
Midnight Snack
Late Night Television
Happy New Years folks!
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