Max had to step back a bit when he opened PJ's bedroom door as a huge wave of pungent, raw body order washed over him, waving the air in front of himself as he slowly opened his eyes and surveyed just how much of a wreck his best friend's room had become. Piles of dirty clothes covered in layers of food wrappers, half-eaten food and who-knows-what-else littered his bedroom, Max trying his best to avoid stepping in anything particularly gross as he made his way through the maze-like towers of garbage to where PJ's bed was. When he finally reached PJ his breath was once again taken away.
To say PJ was fat would be an understatement. Wearing nothing but some strained, tight and sweaty underwear, PJ was practically a mountain of black furry blubber, heaving and panting as he stretched a flabby arm to a large box of donuts resting on his gut.
"*BRAAAAAAAPT~!* Oh heya Max... *pant* What's up?" The obese teen slowly said, rolling himself off the crater his mammoth ass cheeks and formed on his bed and sitting upright. Looking around as he scratched his jigglying gut, PJ's eyes lit up as he quickly snatched a flatten cake he'd been sitting on for the past few days and greedily gobbled it um. "*Mmmpth* Oh man that's good... *FRRRRPPPPPPTTTTT~!* Oh, 'scuse me buddy! What's been up these past few weeks?"
Finding the right words to say, Max could barely manage a grunt. "W-w-w-what's up with me!? What about yourself!?! You're HUGE!!"
Playfully flopping a moob up and down on top of his gut, PJ didn't even notice the shock in Max's voice. "Oh yeah, I'm totally letting loose now baby! Dad won the lottery and now I can eat all I want and never have to worry about school or... Well, anything ever again! *URRRRRP~!* I got everything I need right next to me; an endless supply of food-" Slowly bending over to his side, PJ pointed with a dirty pudgy finger at a huge tub like device that shot out of his bedroom floor and right next to his bed, with a large trough where some remnants of a greasy fast food binge had recently been had. "My TV and games!" PJ continued as he showed Max an enormous television screen that loomed over his bed, with seemingly every game console ever created hooked up to it in front of a jungle of wires. "My dirty magaziiiiiiiiinesactuallyIshouldprobablyhidethose" He nervously smiled as he threw a large pile of suspicious magazines underneath his bed. "And last but not least, my toilet! Trust me, you're gonna get a kick out of this one..." Fully sitting upright, Max looked at morbid curiosity at a large hole built into the bottom half of PJ's bed.
"... Uh, how do you wipe or wash your hands Peej? ... Or even shower for that matter..." Max started, before PJ giggled and nonchalantly shrugged. "That stuff's way overrated anyway; I gotta devote all the time I have to eating, vegging out and jerking it from now on! And now... *Prrrffffttttt~!* Oooh that was a wet one! I got my best friend to do it all with! What'd ya say pal; I totally got the funds to let this all happen for you too!"
Stepping back a bit, Max was shocked and confused at everything he'd seen thus far, yet...
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