"No....no that's not possible....I CAN'T HAVE GAINED 5 POUNDS?!?"
Blaineley stared at disbelief at the scale. It was true, actually 6 pounds, to be exact.
Despite constantly portraying herself as the attractive, slightly older woman, Blaineley had alot to hide.
Her real name was Mildred, she had a gas problem, and she was overweight.
To make matters worse, it hadn't even gathered in the right places. Back when she was first starting, the extra weight had gone to her hips and butt, making her curvy, but soon it grew too big, and her fat gathered in an unsightly potbelly, she kept hidden with the best corsets money could buy.
It had been exposed on Total Drama The Aftermath(along with her bowel issues) but her PR team had managed to get the situation under wraps.
Now, it was once again starting to spiral out of control.
She SWORE she would stabilize the problem, but one thing lead to another, some pizza here, some cake there, recent competition with other hosts had driven her stress through the roof.
Walking up to the mirror, she could hardly bare to observe the damage.
Her pot belly was rapidly widening into hanging gut. Her breasts, already requiring implants and a special bra, were getting saggier, and a quick pinch revealed her butt was softening(not the biggest issue, but it was already large to start with)
Sigh "How do those other hosts do it?" she asked herself pessimistically, reaching for her corset as usual.
Except, unlike usual, it didn't fit. At all.
"No...onononononoonono, This can't be happening." she said. After several minutes, she BARELY managed to squeeze into it, although breathing was nearly impossible.
She almost immediately pulled it off, allowing her gut to surge forth.
Falling back on her couch, Blainely sighed, before leaning over to rip a rank fart. Lately, her digestive issues seemed force then ever. Her endless game of outrunning age seemed to be finally catching up with her. And that was the largest corset available that could compress her down to a size 4.
She had a show to do tonight, but right now, that didn't matter. All that mattered was relaxing at her TV, in her panties, with her preciousake and pizza.
This was truly the life, she thought, scratching her armpit.
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