Planetsaurus

September Lord knows I messed up but – fuck me! – Han was blowing up like a fat lard-filled balloon every day. If she wasn’t shoving food down her throat, I was feeding her until she could barely move. So fucking hawt to watch a girl who used to be such a skinny little thing now break a whole bedframe by just sitting on it. A sofa too, but a whole damn bedframe beyond all recognition just blown out by her humongous, cottage cheese white girl ass. Getting Han so ridiculously obsessed with eating and growing fatter was never something I would have seen happening to my petite, moody, irony-poisoned roomie. Sure, it was her fault for helping her scumbag ex turn me from a fitspo cutie into a giant, greedy hog, but honestly, I think that by then I’d definitely returned the favor and then some. Han was more than four times the size of her old self. How much exactly? I couldn’t have said. The scale maxed out at 400 and both of us drove the needle upwards until it squeaked to a freeze past