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A piece with my friends Fubsy and Sero together, stranded in the vast unknown (I will assert the satnav said a left turn in 6AU and not 8AU. Not my fault at all smh)
With lots to be done to ensure our survival, it was of course pertinent we figure out a way off this dusty rock. Machines were the way to do this and of course that requires power. One bad experiment and great results later and I've been demoted(?) to the base battery (and bed). Parked on my ever softening rear, there was little for me to do but oversee the machines with whatever horizon my billowing body would grant to my view. Every little motion sending jiggles through my ever ripening figure. I can't even waddle or shuffle anymore yet I've never felt so many little motions ripple across me. I can even feel the sway of the wind with each slosh of my blubbery belly...
Enough of the distractions. I do hope my friends come back soon cause I uhh... I can't reach the off switch for this generator. Can't even touch the ground with my feet. My arms are stuck on these... Can they even be called love handles at this size or is my belly wrapping around me, looking for more space to grow? The suit is starting to feel tighter and tighter but I don't think it's anywhere close to done yet. I'm totally beached. I can't even see much of the ground at this point and I'm starting to wonder what trouble will go down if those slimes come back and I'm defenceless and beached in my own blubber.
Where are those two?
With lots to be done to ensure our survival, it was of course pertinent we figure out a way off this dusty rock. Machines were the way to do this and of course that requires power. One bad experiment and great results later and I've been demoted(?) to the base battery (and bed). Parked on my ever softening rear, there was little for me to do but oversee the machines with whatever horizon my billowing body would grant to my view. Every little motion sending jiggles through my ever ripening figure. I can't even waddle or shuffle anymore yet I've never felt so many little motions ripple across me. I can even feel the sway of the wind with each slosh of my blubbery belly...
Enough of the distractions. I do hope my friends come back soon cause I uhh... I can't reach the off switch for this generator. Can't even touch the ground with my feet. My arms are stuck on these... Can they even be called love handles at this size or is my belly wrapping around me, looking for more space to grow? The suit is starting to feel tighter and tighter but I don't think it's anywhere close to done yet. I'm totally beached. I can't even see much of the ground at this point and I'm starting to wonder what trouble will go down if those slimes come back and I'm defenceless and beached in my own blubber.
Where are those two?
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