Obese Slob pear intro

Before getting dressed you decide to have a look at yourself in the mirror, which is something you’re not overly fond of, especially after you grew too wide for the last mirror you owned. You’ve always been a big girl, and you’ve only gotten bigger recently. Right now you’re sitting at a massive 500 pounds of royal lard, which will probably continue to grow. Most of that weight is concentrated in your lower body like your hips, tights and ass. Your belly and love handles are also pretty sizable, and your breasts and arms have the lowest amount of fat on them, although your arms are still pretty well padded. 

Your height is average above all else, not really causing you to stick out, at least by height. You're on par with other women, making you shorter than most men, with your average height. Your height makes you seem more normal and less devine, making you more approachable.

You take a moment to reflect upon yourself and what has led to you being so portly. Ever since you were a young girl you alway had a taste for anything sweet or savory, which in turn led to eating more meat and pies at feasts or snacking on more decadent delights in your free time. Your mother and father grew concerned by this behavior, a little pudge was nothing to worry about but as you grew older and the pounds kept coming they took action.

They couldn’t just bar you from eating what you wanted to eat, they were sparsely around to stop you and not many servants are willing to argue with the sole heir to the throne. They decided to levi the kingdom's marshall, Strengmann, to deal with your eating habits and weight gain.

Strengmann was harsh in his efforts, but not uncaring. He spent time with you after you exercised, introduced you to other people your age and helped you find hobbies to do rather than eat. Unfortunately his efforts weren’t enough to keep the pounds off you, your gluttony and resistance as well a lack of motivation to lose the weight, truth be told you’ve become quite fond of your lard.

Focusing back on your reflection the first thing that catches your messy $player.color2 hair. You’ve never really taken the time to bother with your hair, whether it be washing it or combing it. Taking care of your hair has always been too hard for you to bother to take care of it, at least to you it feels too hard, after all you barely leave your room and you have little, to no, desire to appeal to anyone, you’ve decided that ship has sailed a long time ago, about 250 pounds ago to be precise.

Below your messy hair is your greasy, fat, slobby face. Just as with your hair you have done little to take care of your skin, leaving it looking greasy and blemished as well as being dotted with acne. Your face is round and heavy with pudge. It sports fat cheeks, plump lips covered in crumbs and a thick double chin that catches every drop of grease that your lips, and greedy tongue, fails to capture. Your jawline is soft and almost blends with your neck and double chin, at some spots it's indistinguishable. 

Looking down your eyes pass over your fatty neck that seems to almost melt into your soft shoulders. You let your eyes drift over the outline of your shoulders, as you do you spot the shoulder strap of your purple bra. The strap digs into the soft flesh of your shoulder, the poor bra you’ve been wearing has grown far too small for you and for one reason or another you haven’t gotten a bigger one. Letting your eyes drift further down your shoulder they eventually land on your arm. Your arms are nothing but fat, bone and a tiny amount of muscle. Lifting up your arms you see how the fat sags, giving you a pair of bingo wings. Letting your gaze travel further down wards you see how your forearms have the same flabby appearance as your upper arm. Your hands are fat, your fingers are thick with pudge, only good for shoveling food into your fat face.

Looking at your chest you see how small your breasts are relative to the rest of your corpulent form. Your small breasts are snuggly held in a bra that is too small for you, it's not that your breasts are too big for it, they fit perfectly in fact, insead it's the girth of your back rolls and side rolls that the poorly equipped bra struggles to cope with. You’ve had it expanded several times, but you’ve decided it's not worth the trouble or embarrassment, plus it's starting to get old and it's stained to quite the degree. It’s covered in grease and sweat stains, you barely wash the poor thing, in fact, besides the embarrassment, you rather like the feel of the dirty fabric. Your cleavage is small, but still deep enough to catch any crumbs that manage to escape your hungry maw.   

Below your small bosom is your, relatively, giant gut that dominates your torso. Your belly is separated into two rolls, the upper roll is the smaller of the two. Your upper belly roll holds up your small breasts and acts like a second net to catch crumbs on its sweaty skin. Speaking of sweat, you’re constantly sweaty; your skin is covered in a small layer of sweat constantly and if you do any sort of physical activity, whether it be walking, standing up or even eating you start to build up quite the sweat, not to mention you quickly find yourself winded. 

Your lower belly roll is considerably larger than your upper roll. It hangs down over your waist band, completely covering your fupa, and stops at about your mid-lower thigh. This makes waddling quite the task, which helps contribute to your lack of physical activity, and it does make pleasuring yourself more difficult, and exhausting. To either side of your titanic belly are a pair of thick, heavy love handles that rest on top of your wide hips. They help hold your panties in place, though with how tight they are they really don’t require any extra holding, as well as creating a very sweaty crevasse. 

Your hips are easily one of the largest parts of your body. They’re about two and a half feet wide, making most doorways a tight fit and servant doors impossible to pass, as well as making sitting in any chairs with arms an impossible task if they haven’t been made for your width. Your massive hips support a massive, jiggly ass and two tree trunk thighs. Your hips also make it a struggle to get your panties on or off, especially considering that they're too small already. 

Looking down at your thighs you see that they’re obstructed by your massive apron of a gut. Deciding that you are willing to put in the effort to have a look down there you lift up your belly, which is extremely difficult with your arms already burning after just a few seconds. As you lift your gut up you feel the cool air on the sweaty underside of your belly and on your thighs, and on your wet panties. 

The first thing that catches your eyes is the dark, stained, bulging triangle of purple fabric between your inner upper thighs. This fabric is what's currently visible of your poor, overworked panties. You can clearly see some staining, a lot of staining in fact. You’ve always had quite the libido, which has led to you almost always being damp at the least and soaking wet most of the time. The staining on your panties is partly from sweat and a lack of being washed regularly, but it's mostly due to your cum, which often soaks into your panties as you don’t bother to take them off to do it or take them off after. You can also see a few hairs just barely sticking out of the edges of the fabric. Due to your size, and laziness, you don’t bother or care to shave down there, after all you don’t expect any visitors any time soon, or ever, despite your yearning.

Your thighs are thick as tree trunks, they’re mostly fat but they do have a decent amount of muscle to move your fat ass around. They’re in a constant war with each other for the limited space between your legs, forcing you to take a wider stance, which leads to you waddling, but even so your thighs still clash in a violent duel, taking up every once of space. Not to mention that the friction it creates makes waddling around even harder since you have to try to force them past each other.  Unable to hold up your gut any longer you let it drop, it impacts your thighs with a loud slap and sends reverberations around your jiggly body.   

You slowly turn around to have a look at your rear, which is quite difficult considering how fat your neck is. The first thing your eyes catch are your plentiful back rolls; you have enough rolls to easily fill a bakery. You spot your poor bra strap struggling to stay afloat in the ocean of lard that is your back. Below that you see your love handles come around to your back, forming two large rolls that meet in the center of your back. 

   As your eyes drift downwards you eventually come to the titanic shelf your ass forms; someone could easily use it as a very small desk if it was more solid and less saggy. Your panties struggle to contain your massive ass; looks like you have a large cake to go with your bakeries worth of back rolls. Your panties have a few minor tears that some of your ass fat oozes through. Your panties cling tightly to the form of your ass, following the curve perfectly, it even presses into the fat slightly, making your panties very visible in a clingy dress.

Overall you’re a massively obese piggy who can’t help but stuff herself at every moment she can get. Along with this you’re an utter and complete slob that seems to enjoy it. You’re a shut-in who would rather eat and read than anything else, which has led to your social skills being rather lacking but you’re extremely educated on many things. Finally you’re also a horny slut who is desperate for attention but is too fat and lazy to do anything about it, instead opting for what little sensation you can provide to yourself.