Written and edited by Amnoartist
Natalie’s sports bra pressed violently against the swollen, vascular, elephantine flesh of her chest, each deep exhale bringing a dreadful sense of worry. Would it be this breath or the next that would bring an end to the scantiness of the sporty attire?
Her hot pants were in a worse state; ripped at the sides to expose the thighs slowly spilling out of them, her skin soft and velvety, a harsh contrast with the thick, rippling muscles underneath.
Her face though, for want to be so much different from the odd smoothness of her thighs present, suffered from a severe breakout of acne. Though she was sad to bear such a visage, it was her own doing.
She looked down at the bottle of pills with an all-too familiar expression: that of lust, greed. Her monstrously thick arms hanging by her sides, her incomprehensible massiveness reflected on the mirror; blue hair caressed her shoulder blades, lightly brushing her o