Your huge self smashes up to the MacDonalds counter. You order one of everything and they tell you it'll be ready in a few minutes. The same thing with Loco's, and Sbarro's, and all the other stores you go to. Eventually, you grab all your food, jiggle over to a table, plop your fat ass down on about 5 or 6 chairs, and start to eat. About halfway through your banquet for one, you feel a sharp pain around your waist. You look down, but you can't see because of your flabby breasts. You figure that it'll go away eventually and keep eating. You garner a lot of stares. About three fourths into eating, the table starts to get pushed out with your fat. You pull the table back, lift up your flab, put it on the table, and continue eating. When you finish, everyone in the food court is looking at you. Your shirt has ridden up to expose your belly, and the only thing it still covers are your huge boobs. Your pants are about to burst, seeming that one more bite would rip them. You get up and start waddling away. You go to...
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