'What's this?' Linda Taylor thought as she bent down to pick up a strange object on the ground.
"Why don't you try to lose some weight lardass?" She heard. Turning her head slightly the redhead saw two thin blonde cheerleaders. "Yeah, nobody wants to see that full moon." The other girl added.
Linda quickly picked up the device and waddled away as fast as her thick legs would allow. She hated the feeling of her thighs chaffing together as she tried to hurry, but as she heard the continued laughter of the teens all she wanted was to get away.
Linda felt terrible. She knew she was a big woman, but why did everyone have to be so mean? She had always been a bit chubby as a kid, but the other k1ds really started teasing her when she got into high school. She took comfort in eating, causing her to get even heavier. This just led to more insults, causing her to eat more. Now she was an obese 28 year-old woman. "Maybe a quick bite to eat would get my mind of it." She said to herself.
'No, you've been working hard to stop overeating Linda. What would the group think if you stop your progress now?' She thought. She had lost 20 pounds already since joining her overeaters anonymous group, but was still 410 pounds. 'If only big women were sexier. I actually like my curves.' She sighed to herself.
Linda was an average height of 5'6", with flowing curly red hair. She had a cute, but chubby face, coated with freckles, and a thick double chin. Her most striking feature was her lovely emerald green eyes. Her arms were flabby and bulged with fat, leading to plump little fingers that grasped her new remote. Her breasts, the size of watermelons, required a sturdy underwire bra, or they'd sag nearly to her naval. Her constant reliance on food had caused the chubby belly of her youth to blossom into a massive apron of fat, sectioned into two distinct rolls. Last time her hips were measured around they were 55", but her pants and skirts had been getting much too tight until recently. Her butt was a wide, drooping, dimpled mass that bounced with every step. She was supported by keg thick thighs that her skirts revealed to have a cottage cheese texture.
'If only there was a way for girls like that to understand my situation. Maybe a quick meal wouldn't hurt. It's not like anybody has to know.' She thought as she walked slowly along. Then she remembered the remote she had picked up. It looked a little weird, but she could play with it when she got where she was going. She headed off to...