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You whine so much about how you've got no friends and no job and I get more success and you don't know why. The night before the 2015 Regional Cross-Country Championship was the last time she experienced the taste of Mom's famous brownies. Or hey, maybe he was just really playing his cards right with the thicc goth girl trend and got lucky with all the followers and fanart coming his way. With one final heave, Chloe ever-so-slowly rolled onto her side, shimmying her feet about like some desperate rabbit.
It was so… so… knock knock knock…Chloe nearly coughed up a meatball, digging her dirty palm out of her pants. This could be her life: no diet, no sports, no relationships,no societal expectations, no friendships to burn, no parents to disappoint, no body to ruin; she could finally let go and forever be a mindless NEET pig sprawled on her bedroom floor on all fou- 11:57 PMChloe's eyes darted towards the clock. Chloe peeled down her skin-tight sweatpants to her knees, delving her free hands deep beneath her panties.She enjoyed her own company even more than before, taking a moment to look at herself in the mirror and actually like the way she looked. To calculate the overall star rating and percentage breakdown by star, we don’t use a simple average. Operating this body was like towing a tank with a crane, swaying and stumbling with no equilibrium, exhibiting all the grace of a drunk camel.
Babe scooch over, you’re suffocating me…”She wiggled from left to right, the weight clinging onto her like a magnet. She spent the first four seconds frozen in thought, processing the psychological horror of her situation. She lost track of time before she felt any burn; one or two ‘Steve Wilkos Show’ recordings must’ve passed for the timer finally gave in. She was going to kill her or slap her or try and explain things to Mom and Dad and get them both in a mental hospital and-“Hey, Chloe. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before; every task, every thought, every little action turned out so perfect.As time progressed the cream breached the brownie's surface and delved inward, softening the hard outer layer’s rigidness, leaving more for Chloe to swallow with ease. Steam radiated from the surface as the lid peeled open, offering her delectable scents of salt, garlic and basil. Although he's certainly skilled, I've always been confused by the insane numbers he was putting up (over 70 paid patrons?
Tellacorp's CEO's planned to discreetly sell this "technology" to the government for a substantial amount of money and the fame for its creation. But you just wanna be a fatass…"Chloe snatched the last remaining slice from her sister's hand, leaving the kitchen and her fat sister behind. The bowl was empty, its contents dumped entirely onto the brick, a soggy white puddle hovering over the brown structure like settling cement.She humorously tried to reach the end of the stomach's curve with her fingers, but she couldn't even do that, which got a little chuckle out of her. You can change your choices at any time by visiting Cookie preferences, as described in the Cookie notice. She leant back cackling wildly, smearing the remaining pieces of chocolate across her engrossed chest. Consuming more and more and mo-“AGH- What the fuck…"…Until she felt a strong twinge in her head, causing her mind to forcefully snap out of her blissful trance. A nearby stray cat was the only one around, witnessing a bright, pulsating light emanate from both sisters' rooms.
Pile after pile, pound after pound; a never-ending onslaught left Chloe took each time wanting more.
The aim of the project has been completed, we created an edible object capable of performing complete cellular replication, needless to say that room full of sweat-drenched intellectuals were looking at the solution to the world's hunger problem. Trying to dislodge her wedged frame, Chloe failed to account for just how asleep one's legs could get after immobilising them under an ocean of fat for a quarter of a day. Chloe's weighted breaths turned to tight wheezes, the product of either an emerging panic attack or overall physical exhaustion. As much as she loved a bit of morning intimacy, they had to get going so as to beat the early birds to their spots on the treadmills.
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