A blubbery gardevoir woman was relaxing on her floor, adored by her trainers, one man with black hair covering his forehead, and swaying into curls right into the back, and a young lady who dressed up in exquisite dresses to impress anyone she saw in public. The Gardevoir was a flabby mess, rolls all over her exquisite body, food was scattered all over her belly, grease dripped off of her multiple chins and landed on her sloshing, milk filled breasts. Her trainers were slowly joining her, only a fraction of her size. Both of them were around 300 pounds, their tummies shined like the glowing dome that revealed all the fat this Gardevoir had. She released a gigantic belch, the nacious air of whatever was left over from the meals she had the previous night and others were lingering in the air, not like it mattered, the room already stank of uneaten food and other various gasses her rear end trumpeted out. The trainers were like moths to this flame she exhaled, loving and praising her for all of her hard work shoving food into her face. The gardevoir releases a yawn, falling asleep.
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