novasfatshack_shy_gals,_burritos,_and_slob_oh_my

It's been a long few months, cash is tight all around, and regardless of what your dieting for the perfect body says, it’s probably the best idea to cut the budget on foods, you heard there’s a new brand in stock, sells cheap freezer burritos, they don't seem to be too bad for you, or at least the bright colored stickers on them say so. Taking them is going to save you hundreds; you suppose it won't be too bad to live on cheap Mexican for a while. After a long shift at the very same store, you heat up a few of the burritos now stocking your fridge... and they're really good? They're definitely filling, and while you can’t describe whether they're good or bad, you kind of just want to keep eating. You eventually run out of burrito on your plate, and decided to head to bed before you pass out in your kitchen.

You awake pretty normal, and the cycle of working, eating, and sleeping continues for a few weeks, you begin to wonder if you should buy an air freshener with all the extra money your starting to make, every time you wake up it smells odd. You open up your fridge and grab the last pack of burpitos, you'll have to restock soon, and apparently they've become a huge hit with the whole town! Prices are somehow even lower when you buy in mass, so you should get a good deal, maybe a bigger fridge too. One or two more for breakfast can't hurt right? It's been a long work month after all.

You're feeling a little bloated during work... was this the first time you've had breakfast burpitos? Probably not, must just be shrunken clothes, or something. Your work has supplied free lunch for anyone who wants to eat the burritos, so you gladly chow down for a bit, and you should have plenty of break time to check on your gals. ...Is lunch already over? Weird, you finish your plate and quickly head back to work for the rest of the day, and jog back home. Man, those burpitos are really good, and you've saved so much money, enough to like, supply yourself with them forever, probably. Grab a pack or so, heat em, just get that quick snack in, and head to bed.

Jogging to work is haaard, why have you been doing this for so long? You should just like, get taken there. The store just got stocked with tons of new products from that lovely company, it's practically replaced all that expensive stuff you used to buy, but who cares anyways, you get free drinks from the job during your shifts, and the sodas sound good. You finish up stocking the new burpito stuff, and huff back to your post, drinking one of the many cans of shroom shake you got.

It's so nice to have that promotion up to stocking food and nothing else, people are buying these new products like hotcakes, but its super easy to put them back up, and you can snack inbetween putting it up. You squeeze out the door and huff back home, new freezer filled full of new freezer products, all which were practically free. Your clothes are starting to rip, but you are too pre occupied with eating to notice, walking back and forth from work took alot of energy, so you open another.. few... packs, and head to bed.

You wake up surrounded by yourself, too confident in your perfect figure to admit, simply chugging down another shake, letting out a tiny burp... and another... oooORRP... probably nothing, just slept the wrong way, or something. Panting as you finally reach the door, you get a call, answering between breaths, 'H...Hhhpph..Hello?' You get so excited you almost let out some of the gas now filling your body wider than it normally is, learning you don't even have to come to the job any more, meals are free, and burpito corp is paying for the rent of the apartments, all you have to do is keep eating their new products, you guess they were using this town as a test for them or something? Who urrpppp... cares, anyways, now you can just sit down in a nice new sofa and eat your early celebratory brunch~

You pant and pant as you squeeze through your apartment door, having to sit down outside on the bench after you make it out, junk creaks under you, they should replace it. In a few hours and a few to-go-meals later, you finally get to the store, packing up on all the free products you can, they're just so good, panting between breaths, you hit up conversation with a few other shygals, you keep to yourself the fact that they look like total pigs, losers must have kept eating all that expensive trash, you giggle. They start buying up some burpito stuff by your recommendation, or maybe because they don’t have a choice.

Getting up from bed again, you release it’s been quite a few months since... what even happened? burpito release or something? Panting as you try to get out of your bedroom, you eventually slip through, all this effort and breathing must really put up a sweat, no wonder you’re so perfect~

You go through the last of this week’s freezer-full of food, complaining that they should make bigger packages for you, gas escaping your body as you eat another few, who URRRPPP even cares? Gas is probably, like, healthy, or something~ Waddling with panting breath, ripped clothing, and rather loud asscheeks, not like you care anyways, your too absorbed in your own meals and luxury to notice, you answer a recent doorbell ring, only to be pleasantly surprised with burpitos new takeout, you gladly one or two, dozens, of takeout, letting them drain it from your loaded bank account.

Urrp.. another morning, or at least your internal clock tells you so, you order your afternoon stock of food, your fat, triple-folded stomach no longer fitting out your door, not like the gas constantly pumping out of you is helping with the bloating... who needs to move though, all you need is another shake, the delivery gal turns on your shake-pump, loaded with gallons of the delicious fluid, and leaves your feast on your table-like breasts and stomach. Little to your knowledge, you’re not the only one who has ended up like this, meal after meal, slowly but surely becoming completely unaware of the effects of all this greasy, fattening, gas-epidemic food. Even the people with active jobs like delivering to your nearly immobile ass were starting to have the toll taken on their bodies, the entire town had become a place of ripped clothing, obese bodies, and burpito™ everything, but why would you care? you just want your next meal, giggling at how obese and slutty all those delivery-gals look with barely fitting hoodies and double chins.

Your body is quite the temple, if temples were made of pure fat and constantly produced fumes that made people less and less aware of what fatasses they were becoming. You got a nice upgraded apartment you deserve, a wide place full of machines to keep you nice and full constantly, you wish the people carrying your body were more gentle, it took so much energy to yell at them~ Your chins beyond quintupled and cheeks fattened, you couldn’t see the rest of your fatty body if you even wanted to acknowledge the truth of it, breasts covering most of it, remaining wide and thick , using your plateau of a stomach as a nice resting point, folds uncountable and navel deeper than most tubes feeding you were long, and your ass had become so large it made for a nice silencer for the factory your body had become, almost pleasurable to feel your butt vibrate every few minutes, along with the lovely noises your belly made, groaning and moaning as it churned your latest feast. legs fatter than a cows body bound you to your comfortable prison of food and gas, but you still couldn't care less, occasionally belching out whenever your mouth wasn’t preoccupied with a tube, or panting, existence was pleasure, and as long as you kept fed, you were happy.