Wendy slowly opened her eyes and then shut them again. She did not want to get up at all. After the partying up late in the night and morning it would be torture to go to work. At least she had a sitting job, at 600 pounds she couldn't possibly stay on her feet. She slowly opened her eyes and pulled the blankets off her.
Her enormous form left on display was testament to her gluttony. She had soft flabby features from the life of excess she led and every inch of her body was packed with fat, from her plump fingers to her bloated feet. Her stomach was flattened and oozed all around her like an ocean and her wide hips were only suggestion of the gargantuan rear she possessed. It was the biggest part of her body and on a body as big as hers that was saying something.
'I can get up, which I don't want to do at all,' she thought. 'Or I can pull a beer and some food out of my bedside fridge.'
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