Mary took a deep breath and sat down.It took a while but the trampoline had been constructed. But it wasn't just any trampoline. This was a trampoline that had a 600 lb weight limit. For Mary was a girl of considerable corpulence, over 430 pounds of supple blubber that she had put on bite after delicious bite. It didn't come without it's prices: Mary was considerably unhealthy, with stage 2 hypertension at only 27 years of age. Not only that she had eaten herself into diabetes, she took her metformin medication like a good girl. Mary had told herself at the beginning of her weight gain journey she would take care of her body. It was amazing how well she had betrayed her initial vision. But Mary was a girl who loved pastries and would not be denied her indulgence in her own body. She suddenly farted and moaned, being reminded of how slovenly she was getting in her splendid isolation of obesity. She went weeks without showering and was often a bit rank. Assembling the trampoline had given her a work out, ironic considering the purpose of the trampoline. The cute doctor had been gentle with her and encourged her to get the tiniest bit of exercise, even from absurd sources. She took a deep breath and heaved herself up, waddling her flabby flaccid fluffy body to the trampoline, holding onto the bar as she heaved herself up. With a slight hestitation Mary gave an experimental jump and squealed when she did it again and felt her heft lift up. SHe felt her belly rolls lift and flosh. She could feel her fat wobble like a sack of liquid lard with every bounce she took. She could even feel her enormous double chin and jowls lift up with every bounce she took. It lasted shorter than she thought, but two minutes left her winded and apple cheeked. She could feel a headache coming on from her high blood pressure. She leaned on the bar and reflected just how out of shape she had become. She did this all to*Mary took a deep breath and sat down. It took a while but the trampoline had been constructed. But it wasn't just any trampoline. This was a trampoline that had a 600 lb weight limit. For Mary was a girl of considerable corpulence, over 430 pounds of supple blubber that she had put on bite after delicious bite. It didn't come without it's prices: Mary was considerably unhealthy, with stage 2 hypertension at only 27 years of age. Not only that she had eaten herself into diabetes, she took her metformin medication like a good girl. Mary had told herself at the begginning of her weight gain journey she would take care of her body. It was amazing how well she had betrayed her inititial vision. But Mary was a girl who loved pastries and would not be denied her indulgence in her own body. She suddenly farted and moaned, being reminded of how slovenly she was getting in her splendid isolation of obesity. She went weeks without showering and was often a bit rank. Assembling the trampoline had given her a work out, ironic considering the purpose of the trampoline. The cute doctor had been gentle with her and encourged her to get the tiniest bit of exercise, even from absurd sources. She took a deep breath and heaved herself up, waddling her flabby flaccid fluffy body to the trampoline, holding onto the bar as she heaved herself up. With hesitation Mary gave an experimental jump and squealed when she did it again and felt her heft lift up. SHe felt her belly rolls lift and flosh. She could feel her fat wobble like a sack of liquid lard with every bounce she took. She could even feel her enormous double chin and jowls lift up with every bounce she took. It lasted shorter than she thought, but two minutes left her winded and apple cheeked. She leaned on the bar and reflected just how out of shape she had become. She truly had betrayed whatever her intentions were one doordash at a time, but she loved it so. As she breathed she farted and thought of what next to eat
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A short story written with permission by @chubbychiquita/@cc-afterdark
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