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- "Hhffhhh... Is'h... Is'h it hot in here to you?" She asks you, weakly waving a plumped up paw to fan herself.
- Despite being a fire type, all the heaving blubber packed onto a formerly elegant frame of a Ninetales made her overheat very easily, which caused her to sweat frequently... made even more obvious by the damp spot that looked vaguely like her body on her poor bed.
- "Ooofhhh.. I din'... din' sh'leep sh'o well..."
- Of course not, you thought, the body can't relax with all that weight practically suffocating it...
- "Did you bring my desh'rt? I'm awfully hungry..." She complains.
- Her voice is far lower than a female's should be, vocal cords surrounded by fat. Slurred further by an oversized lip and sagging cheeks, she sounded nothing like the woman she used to be.
- "Of course, Arrabella... One double stacked cake, -extra- icing as requested, ma'am. A plate of cookies, double fudge. Ice cream, an entire gallon tub. All to your liking, Miss Arrabella."
- The growling of her stomach, despite the hundreds of pounds of blubber insulation, was extremely and almost horrifyingly loud. Her appetite was incredible... Though, more scary than anything.
- You... you can't help but gawk at how massively obese she had become. Her body spread out so far from her slim frame, ass spread out even further from her weight atop it.
- Every breath she made was accompanied by a strained wheeze and sent a ripple across her ocean of fat. Every word? Her cheeks and many chins quivered, even seconds after she was done speaking
- "Can.. You feed me? I'm very tired.. My arms are sore."
- Why wouldn't they be?!, you thought. You were so angry with her. Everything she said made it worse. It was bad enough you were here designated caretaker for.. an indefinite amount of time. But she was just so oblivious to the mountain of pure fat she had become.
- You force a smile on your face and nod, setting the platters down into the massive feeding tray beside her bed.
- "Of course, Miss Arrabella.. I'd love to feed you. It's an honor.." A subtle tone of sarcasm in your voice.
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