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Imagine the smell...
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Being a university student strapped for cash, when your mom's friend offered you an incredibly well paying caretaker job, you practically leapt at the offer. You didn't know that she even had a daughter, as you had never seen her, but you weren't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Still, her own mother described her as 'irritable', 'loud', and even 'socially maladjusted', so you could only imagine how bad she actually was. Still, you were already at her house, she had already paid you, and you were already at the house, so you couldn't back out now.
As you entered Aina's room, the first thing that struck you was the smell. The musk of a woman was overpowering, mixing with the smell of opened soda bottles and fast food. By the smell alone you could tell that she probably hadn't bathed in months, hell, she might only bathe annually. Actually looking inside the musty room illuminated why.
Inside was by far the fattest woman you had ever seen in your life. Perched atop a beanbag the size of a mattress, her ass fat still oozed over the sides, nearly touching the floor. Her legs had to be near vestigial at this point, so filled with adipose as to be twice as wide as your shoulders, and probably unable to move. Jammed between her titanic lovehandles was a TV tray covered in fast food wrappers and a soda bottle, which she reached for with an arm as wide as your torso. Her gigantic stomach practically consumed the desk in front of her, the top roll taking up most of the space. Her breasts were the size of melons, and you could see a keyboard wedged beneath one of them, clicking as her body wobbled with her every move. Her hair was unkempt and greasy, framing a literally round face with a massive second chin.
Stupid fucking game! She shouted, impotently waving the controller. She finally seemed to notice your presence in her room, and immediately scowled, pointing a flabby finger at you. Took you long enough. Where the hell is my food?! I'm starving!