Post-Thanksgiving Gobble Wobble And here it is, her post mea..

Post-Thanksgiving Gobble Wobble

And here it is, her post meal waddle from this year’s Thanksgiving damage. I am thinking at this rate it could be her last judging from how long it took her to be able to have the energy to walk for this long and I wanted to show her off standing at different angles. She passed out after this for the rest of the night. She’s slow, heavy, and irresponsibly overfed. Her jeans will not even button over her fupa, and will never close again likely. Her top will also never fit again. Despite me suggesting she wear a loose dress, she was adamant about wearing jeans and a button up. I knew they would not last long, and by the end of her first few rounds of eating it was apparent she no longer fit in her clothes. She spent the night after dinner wedged across two couch cushions focusing on trying to catch her breath while I tried to rub her stomach as inconspicuously as possible. Then dessert came. Once again, she made a show of herself, let her gluttony embarrass her, and left the house with nearly every button undone. As she said goodbye to people they neglected to hug her out of disgust, and the few that did couldn’t nearly get around her at all. She has gotten much more antisocial at parties now and just really eats and then keeps to herself. It can be uncomfortable dating the fattest women in the family (and town most likely 😂) because you really feel the stares and people are starting to look at me too because they know I am encouraging it or as far as they know, not doing anything to fix it. But it’s all worth it to see her wobble in her glory. And if you’re wondering why her packed gut isn’t tight and firmly filled looking, it’s because now she has a nice layer of pure blubber over her, especially her second belly, that just jiggles and ripples constantly no matter what. It’s pure lard now.