… her bedroom again. At least, she thought it was her bedroom. It was shaped like her room and had most of the same furniture and knick-knacks, but something was clearly wrong. It was a pigsty with moist, sweaty clothes and discarded snack wrappers littering the ground. Her bed had a huge, sweaty dent in the middle of the mattress that looked like it belonged to a Jennifer 300 pounds heavier than her… or maybe… no!
She looked in the filthy mirror that usually hung from her closet, and was stricken with sheer horror upon seeing herself. Her blonde hair was long, dark, and matted with grease. Her cheeks were bloated and saggy, and her neck became a second chin. Every inch of her body was layered with dozens of flabby rolls of obesity, dimples with cellulite, sweating profusely and splotched with stains of grease and various condiments, and the odd pepperoni. Her boobs were as fat as watermelons, with nipples that looked like plump grapes. She looked like a fat, disgusting slob.
And she reeked like one too! Her armpits alone were incredibly ripe, but the miasma that emanated from her terrifyingly wide rear end took the cake. Her whole being reeked of rotten eggs and spoiled cheese doused in skunk spray and diarrhea in a festering sewer. Worst of all was that the smell wasn’t bothering her all that much, in fact she kinda liked it?
Suddenly her insides gurgled, and an intense pressure built up in her nether regions. Without warning, her anus started disgorging a gigantic amount of feces against and her bladder started emptying at the same time. She tried to hold it in, but it was like her sphincter muscles didn’t exist! All she could do was push it out faster, which she ended up doing. By the end, she’d dumped out half of her weight in poop and made her floor absolutely damp with urine.
“G-guh! M-me gotta get out of here!” she exclaimed in a much huskier voice than she remembered, “Wh-what! M-me has better grammar than that! Why is me talking like this?! Me losing me mind?! Me gotta get out of here fast! Me no can spend me life like this!”
With prodigiously wide steps, Jennifer waddled as fast as she could towards her bedroom door. With sausage fingers and a wobbling arm, she pulled the door open and squeezed her doughy ham planet body through the frame, her hips wedging themselves and causing her to get stuck. All of this squeezing she was doing made her release a real foghorn of a fart that had enough force to dislodge her body from her door.
“It no fair,” Jenny lamented, “Me worked so hard to make meself skinny and healthy! Me gotta get home!” Her stomach growled at just that moment, aching like nothing she’d ever experienced before. “Maybe after me get breakfast. Me so hungry, me could eat a horse!”