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Heaving her gargantuan self back in the lay-z-boy, she pulled up her tank top, running her index and middle finger-tips gently over what had now become a gross porcine jelly-belly where her once flat stomach had been. In doing so, she thought of the buttery cakes that she had ingested in the last week, the chicken that had been deep fat fried in beer batter, the beer batter that had been butteryly cooked in the olive oil and sugary lard, the donuts her grand ma-ma had made that morning, writhing in a mayonnaise & avocado love sauce, the Monster Biscuits from Hardee’s which she had snorted down that afternoon---not one! not two! but three!!!---all in total, she had sucked in nine thick strips of greasy coiled bacon, trios full sized sausage patty’s as thick as her big toes (when no one was looking, she measured one), with 4 slices of lathery maple browned ham per sandwich, she stuffed 12 slices in total down her anointed & creamily oleaginous gullet, and one egg in each daubed delight bearing witness alongside 2 melted salved slick n’ slimy slices of processed cheese for each taste explosion---making 6 altogether. On top of the 710 calories & 51 grams of overabundant cellulite which the monster did carry, she piled atop it in that deepening sewer hole of a stomach, nothing less than 5 Voodoo Donuts---each special in its own suicide pact with the whale which now vacuumed in the Cap’n Crunch, the Coco Puffs, the Fruit Loops and Tang---then covering it in maple fried bacon---4 strips a piece---yes, that is 20 strips in all. When her index finger found its way to the dirty belly-button hole which now, full of lint and crusted sweat, reeked in its own unique manner---not differing much from the food she was now remembering. As she stirred the dirt squirt salad buried in her belly skin, she closed her barely opened sleepy eyes and pushed the chair back further. Inside her dark place of fantasy, she envisioned the 4 Large Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Blizzards from Dairy Queen, which she had sucked down following the donuts and Monster Biscuits. By now it was noon, and she wanted to calm that diarrhea grumble in her stomach with sweet frozen fattening dairy goodness. 1, 320 calories and 52 grams of fat per drink, brought this bovine in at 5, 280 calories and 208 grams of fat---more than twice the calorie intake a lady her height and far-from-active self is suppose to consume in a day---nearly 4 times the amount of fat that a healthy lady her size would have taken in. Her stomach started to do somersaults and quickly her lazy eyes flicked open like a light switch brightening up a room in a flash. She sprung up as quickly as her elephantine self would allow, and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her---just barely making it to the toilet before the shit attack began.