Teaser!

Here is a teaser for one of the new chubby intros! I'll keep working on them and hopefully I'll have them all done by the 17th or maybe 18th. Hope it looks good!

Looking into the mirror you are met by the reflection of your rotund-self. Your face is rounded and devoid of any sharp features. A pair of chubby cheeks hide almost any sign of prominent cheekbones underneath, below your chipmunk-like cheeks is your rounded jawline that seems to melt into your neck like butter might melt on a hot skillet, but the crown jewel of your chubby face rests just below your chin: Your double chin. Framing your tubby face is your <<print $Color2>> hair, which is really one of your only assets you take any sort of pride in and is the only thing you really ever get complimented. 

Ever since you were a young girl you always had a larger appetite, which led to you gaining weight, which for most people isn’t too big of an issue as food is either too scarce or the physical labor of their day to day activities burns the extra calories. Unfortunately for you, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, you were born into royalty and as such you had essentially unlimited access to food and where required to do little to no physical activity. This extra weight had some negative effects on your social life however, you were mocked and made fun of for your weight, not too terribly, but enough to make you seek comfort in food and literature. To be frank though, you rather liked it. You often have found yourself aroused by your girth. You bite your lip as your thoughts begin to wander. You clear your throat as if to clear the thoughts away before returning to inspecting yourself.   

Your chest has never been your most prized asset. Your breasts have always been small for your size, while they make up for their lack of size with perkiness they are still small nonetheless. While inspecting your small fun bags you happen to notice something you’ve never really noticed before. Lifting up one of your flabby arms to get a better look you realize how much side fat you have. You’re also surprised by how much fat hangs off of your biceps, even your forearm has a little bit of droop. Out of curiosity you move your arm back and watch as the dropping flab jiggles and moves. 

Having your fill watching your arm bounce and jiggle you let it go back to your side. Deciding that you’d had your fill of looking at your small breasts you moved your gaze southwards. Almost immediately your eyes run into your belly, well, your upper belly that your small breasts rest on. Your upper belly roll sticks out about as far as your boobs, but it doesn’t compare to how far in front of you your lower belly sticks out. Your lower belly flops over your panties, creating a nice overhang. It is one large roll reaching from your thick love handles down out in front of you. Your belly hangs down to about your upper to mid thigh, it constantly jiggles and wobbles whenever you move, though its most consistent behavior has to be its nearly constant demand for food, which, judging by your soft frame, you almost always give into that demand. 

Your love handles rest on top of your wide, well padded, table bumping hips. Your hips, and the rest of your lower body, is where you carry most of your weight. Your fat hips flare out and create a nice stable platform for your belly and love handles to rest on, while also creating the perfect environment for your caked up, blubber ass and your thick, seam bursting thighs. Just under the lowest point on your belly is a fairly small triangle shaped area of purple where your panties are visible from the front. The small area is ever shrinking as your thighs and belly are in an arms race to fill out and cover your chucky fupa for good. Looking farther down your thighs you see how the two masses of <<print $Color1>> skin smash into each other as they fight a war for space, which forces you to take a wider stance and waddle a bit. Turning around you have a look at your ass.

The first thing that catches your eyes is how tightly your panties waistband digs into your soft body, as your eyes follow the small line of purple fabric buried in a trench of lard around your hip you see it start to head downwards and widens as it nears your ass crack. Your panties are supposed to cover most of your bountiful rear, however, they more often than not find themselves sucked into your maw of an ass crack, leading you to have to fish them out. Reaching back you fix the problem and spread the tight fabric over your fat, <<print $Color1>> cellulite ridden ass like it's supposed to be, though you will probably need to get a larger pair soon. Happy with your panties behaving properly you give one of your ass cheeks a nice hardy slap. You can’t help but smile as it jiggles and wobbles for a moment before settling down.

Turning back around you take one last look at your chubby face.