... the metal started to bend! Her continued to grow as the metal bent at her body's will. Jen stopped eating to look behind her. "Yes! It's -PHHHRRRT- working!" she said excitedly, letting out an array of farts. Speaking of which, as soon as there was room, all the shit and piss flooded into the trunk. She grabbed the last box of sweets away from the septic flood and started to kick the trunk. No budge. Jen had shit herself in disappointment as she looked back at the box. Scrunching up all the cupcakes into a ball, she immediately stuffed as much as it into her massive jaw, smothering her jowls in chocolate. Once again, her body started to balloon again, almost filling the entire trunk. More excrement came out, filling any small spaces that Jen's cellulite couldn't fill. You couldn't even see a few centimeters into the car, as the entire thing was completely filled. The worst part of it was that it was a black car baking in the hot, afternoon sun. However thanks to that, the metal became more malleable. Jen forced as hard as she could to release more diarrhea, hoping to break out of her putrid prison. *SNAP*, the inner lock of the trunk had broken, causing a mini-explosion that caused poop, piss, and more or less Jen to fly out onto the concrete. “URRRRRP- gotta find -BRAAAAP- food…” Jen said, looking around. She waddled to each individual house, looking to ask someone for food. A long trail of shit and piss trailed behind, while occasionally stopping to let out a nice, large log. Unfortunately, all the houses were locked and she was much too lethargic to even try to break the doors down. Jen was running out of nearby house to waddle to and her hunger grew immensely. Left with no choice, she started to run up towards the next building, right into the door. Fortunately, this one was mostly glass so her Jen’s titanic body broke it like a toothpick. “PHHHHHHHRRRRRTTTT- where’s the damn fridge?!” Jen yelled, but quickly put her chubby hands over her mouth. Nothing but the sounds of farts, the coast was clear. She walked into the kitchen and there it was, a double door refrigerator. Inside was your day-to-day items; meats, condiments, veggies, and the occasional container of cold leftovers. Of course that didn’t matter since as soon as Jen saw the first bit of food, she grab it and shoved it into her mouth, adding more to her growing gut. A pile of shit and started to grow behind her as she continued to stuff her face, dripping crumbs and such on the floor. It was a mere few minutes until the fridge was licked clean. Turning to find more, she slipped on her own diarrhea and piss and landed right onto to the putrid mounds of excrement. This proved to be even more of a problem than before. One, she weighed probably around a ton. 2, the entire kitchen was a slippy slide of sewage making gripping anything near impossible. 3, the pile was massive, which made her sink surprisingly deep into it. 4, the poop expanded outwards even more, causing even harder gripping. “Fu -SSSSLLLOOOORRRRRP- ck! Need to ge -PHHHHBBBBTTT- t more food.” LIke quicksand, the more she struggled, the deeper she fell. Suddenly...