Just a week ago, you’d have found model Lucy Gibbons in just about every fashion magazine, and dear lord did she have a body, toned legs, large breasts, a large ass, a thin waist, a gorgeous unblemished face, glowing golden locks. She was at the top, that is until her contract ended, she was sent off with a considerable check of a few thousand dollars. She’d been waiting for this moment for years, a chance to finally cut loose, to say “Fuck you outside world, fuck your beauty standards, fuck your social etiquette, I’m gonna be a fatass slob and no one’s Gonna stop me.” And those were the last words she said before receding into her mansion, never to leave again. For the first week, she ordered pizzas, and when the delivery man arrived, she would get up and go to the door to pick it up herself, then she decided that it was a waste of time and energy, so she just had the delivery man come in and set the pizza beside her, she’d pay him, and continue watching mind numbing reality T.V. only lazily eating pizza. As time wore on, she began to let out gas, it started off innocent enough, a belch here, a fart there, then they became more frequent, gas exploding from her orifices regularly. She’d stopped showering the moment she walked in the door, only really entering her bathroom to empty her tank, and thus she’d grown a foul scent around her, strong enough to kill small insects. The constant mind numbing reality T.V. slowed down her cognitive ability, without mental stimulation, she’d become slower to react and do things, her sharp intellect had been dulled, and while she wasn’t stupid, she sure was on the way there. Then there was her figure, within two weeks, she’d grown by 20 pounds, leaving her a ball of sweaty chub making a permanent dent in the middle of the couch. Sweat congregated in her flabby canyon of cleavage that strained her filthy ill fitting tank top, her pot belly poked out of said tank top, resting on her once toned thighs, which had been reduced to mounds of flab squishing together, her ass had grown a good bit, jiggling on the rare occasion that she Wallis’s somewhere, her arms were padded with soft flab, jiggling as she brought food to her mouth, her face was soft and round, with a jiggly double chin, her hair, once kempt and neat, was now tangled and neglected. There was one servant of hers, a butler around her age, he’d been grabbing her ass when he passed by her, and was known to grope her large breasts from time to time, however, Lucy didn’t care, for whatever it’s worth, he could walk up to her, strip her, and fuck her right then and there, as long as she could see the T.V. she didn’t care, though she’d never actually relayed that to him, too much energy, she’d rather just speak in small simple sentences, or basic commands, like food, or change the channel. Said butlers name was infatuated with his mistresses new look. Skip to
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