AmberLynn Reid fanfic thread

[SailorJupiter]

Someone needs to make a fanfic for big AL.

 

[liliput]

Someone needs to make a fanfic for big AL.

Spoiler: ay lmao

"Just a tick before midnight, and screaming down the empty interstate was a monster truck; it jumped into the night life like a french fry jumping out of a pan. The driver, hand submerged in a giant cup full of hot nacho sauce, was entirely naked and screaming along with the revs of the engine. She slathered a glopful of cheese sauce onto her body, some splashing onto the wheel and carpet floor with a "glup" noise. She picked up a handful of tortilla chips and started scraping the cheese from her breasts and stomach, and started horking them into her mouth with ease. Between mouthfuls of cheese and chips, she'd scream 'I'M AMBERLYNN REID YOU MOTHERFUCKERS, WOO WOO' out the driver's side window. It was never certain she'd arrive home safely that night. The only thing certain was her ability to SLAY GORL and run over any cars in her path."

 

[likeigiveafuck]

Someone needs to make a fanfic for big AL.

Amberlynn wakes with a jolt. The crushing weight of her neck fat had caused her to stop breathing and interrupted her slumber. She rolls her eyes, "GORL, I am trying to get my beauty rest... goals." She begins violently flopping her body in an effort to get off the bed. TwinkieStar watches anxiously from her corner. Fearing for her life, the pup leaps into the air and teleports into another dimension... just to be safe.

When Amber's feet hit the ground, she hears a loud crunch. Her heart sinks. Has she finally broken her ankles? Will she be immobile for the rest of her (short) life? She glances over her rotund belly and breathes a sigh of relief when she sees a crushed bag of Doritos beneath her foot. In a shocking display of flexibility, she bends down and picks up the bag. She unhinges her jaw and stuffs the entire bag down her throat. "I'll save that for later."

Now someone write a smut scene with Amber and Becky.

 

[Rotogravure]

I woke up from my nap tonight dreaming about how I was writing Big AL fanfic like this, and here we are. Truly, KF is amazing.

 

[Sure Thing Idiot]

I don't have the time for a fanfic but here's an Amberlynn special.


A girl
Ordinary strife
Crisis midlife mid-my-life on the plate of life's midnight knife

A knight for a knife, who says goodnight
Could it be?
Or just an insomniac fights trite on a fortnight
Who's right?
Am I right?
Or is rights just rites we read with court sight
I am not a judge
You are not a jury
Lines get blurry
Rush hour hurry
People waiting
Wait to worry
Here there
Back and up
Down and go again!
Like rats we scurry
Mideastern curry
I didn't like the taste of the McDonald's Reese peanut butter cup McFlurry

Hope is gone, betrayal, treason of all things
Who can tell
Is there taste to have without your reasonings?
Your lies
Your love
Basil, parm
Your Italian seasonings

Tamatos too
Come every way
Roma, cherry, slice all day
Slice and slice
But never cut
Not down the middle where my heart grew shut
You said you loved her
But said to that to me too
Is it me you love or is it only you?

I'm tired of games, the tears, the muscles we shuck
We get angry we say I hate you, I love you, you suck!
Fortunate horseshoe made for luck, tossed aside
Forgotten for nothing
For this??
For a nip and tuck??
Is it me you want
Ask yourself
Or was it just my monster truck?

 

[Token_Texan]

Someone needs to make a fanfic for big AL.

I actually tried to start one but convinced myself everyone would think it was really weird and stupid. But I also kind of wanna share it with the world.

I know it was already done, and it's rushed but here y'all go.

Spoiler: spoiler

My body was a bloated mockery of the human form, compressing against my air pipe lay mounds of rolls. The byproduct, an earthquake of my snores that have woken me up again. My eyes were narrowed into slits, at least I think they were-- it was difficult to see behind the folds enveloping my eyes. I was at the very least trying to glare at my knuckles. The burrito like appendages were hanging listlessly off either my mattress or fupa, I wasn't sure.
I shook my head at the thought, an action that left me a tad short on breath. "Gorl, you got this!" Came the voice of strength and reason, the sound of all things right in the world. The angelic voice spoke in words currated by royalty, moderation, goodness, yet with a soft undercurrant of humility. The voice was me, my conscience. The epitome of humbleness.
Reality always tried to hush that voice in my head, and my attention turned back to my knuckles. They were dark and glossy, gleaming behind the shimmer of sriracha and mayo. I licked the residue off, and found the remnants of a supermarket sushi container. The plastic crunched harshley as I made sure to smear my stubby nubs of shame over the last crumb of tempura and wasabi. As I rubbed my salvation over my gums, satisfied with my constraint and moderation. "Slay, gorl! Sushi is healthy!"
I smiled warmly, I was so strong.
I pry myself out of bed, still out of breath from opening my eyelids earlier, "your gorl pushed through, though!" and oh I how I had triumphed. I made the 8 foot marathon from my bed to my bathroom in record time. I huffed and shivered in anticipation. My eyes again slits, but this time in determination. He was in there again and I was ready.
"You get this gorl! The ghost is gonna be like wha--"
I nodded curtly in determination, reaching for my holy water I had bought on amazon. Free shipping with a case full of chokers and gawdy necklaces. I swallowed my fear, my arm raised as high as I could lift it, clenching the holy water, until my wrist raised slightly above my chest.
It spoke--
"57--"
"BE GONE DEMON!!!" I shrieked jumping off the scale and splashing the haunted artifact with my discounted holy water. "That was close, gorl!" I said to myself collapsing in heavy heeves onto my bathroom floor.
After my liasion with the paranormal I carefully lined my eyes until the points stretched out past lumpy mounds swallowing my crystle orbs.
I huffed my way to the kitchen table where my latest treasure currently resided. Her eyes eyes glazed and red yet focused intently on the puzzle on the back of her coco puffs.

I smiled, delighted at the simple charms of all my lovely girlfriends.
Though the munches from her bowl and chocolate milk dribbling down her chin made me gasp, as I realized...
"GORL! CRISIS! You have not ea-uhn all day! It is already 10:45!!! That's no good, gorl! Do we have any pizza left? Your insulin will get fucked up or something!"
As if sensing my body growling as it went in starvation mode. Becky looked up from her Puffs. She smiled at me, and pulled up my chair, serving me a platter of chocolate gravy and biscuits. Breakfast wasn't complete until we both patted my back, ripples of praise shooting threw my body after eating my cottage cheese, corn, and strawberries.
"You're slaying this weight loss, gorl! Better vlog that! We'll show that scale tonight!" I stirred my sriracha into my cottage cheese, delighted at the idea of sharing my life with the world.
"Everyone must see how good you are!"
I sighed a bit, it wasn't easy being such a dedicated hero of self motivation. Some weeks I didn't want to vlog at all. As the youtube famous queen of moderation this is yet another hurtle I must conquer.
I snapped my camera on. Adjusting it until I was almost satisfied with the lighting. I was also more than content that the picture was still just bad enough to complain.
I couldn't imagine a more perfect and challenging career, at least not until my world-changing writing starts to make me rich! After several hours of ignoring legitimate inquiries, and denying the severity of my problems, I switch off my camera.
I pull out a bag of natural cheetohs. I eat the family sized helping, then I eat 2 vegan burgers.
I switch my camera on as my makeup still looks good and film a mukbang. I mix the packets of msg poorly and quickly in with liquid aminos. I was too desperate to make the food anymore appetizing. My next dish will taste much better but this one must be quick.
"I know, gorl! It's been almost two hours since we've ea-uhn!" Groaned her better self in her head.
A part of Amberlynn wanted to interject, to admit maybe that was a few moments ago, but the rest of Amberlynn was hungry and digested that part.
The harsh flavors roll down my throat in sharp salty scratches. I was content. I chew my cold food, giddy in ecstacy as the flavors shoot shockwaves down my mouth. The warmth of the sriracha swirls in my mouth like a warm hug. The delicate dough of my pasta sliding between my teeth stung my tongue with kisses of sodium that go all the way down my body.
I speak of ground breaking topics, I show the emotional frailty of the difficulties I face in my life as powder swooshes around my smacking lips. I speak of wanting change, I speak of how well I'm doing on my diet. And I frown thinking of the comments.
"You're in front of them eating ramen powder, potatoes, rice, noodles and corn!" I start to tell myself, arguing under my lips, which were moving for no other reason than to resonate amongst my own ears. It was such a gorgeous sound. "All good things, all staples!" I assure myself again.
Sometimes I hear my haters, too.
"Gorl, your extensive studies on nutrition have left me very knowledgable of things that should go in your body. You're losing weight, dammit! Why don't they get that?!People beg for these mukbangs! No one would do that if you were too fat, right? Besides, how many guys hit on you the last time y'all went to a waffle house!" I had to agree with the inner me again. My favorite person, my favorite author. The most significant thing in this world, I must listen to her instead.
Satisfied with the videos and after an entire hour editing my video, I decided to reward myself with 4 skinny girl ice creams. I deserved them, and this diet was slaying!
After a pack of smirnoff ice, I tuck my girlfriend's fav cookie monster blanket over her. (She is OB-SESSED!)
I have an extra box of ice cream I earned after working so hard today before heading back to bed. I haphazardly practice a "B" in calligraphy. I did it two more times, and after convincing myself my perfectionistic tendencies were getting the better of me, I decide to muse on wattpad.
"Like an hour glass of bullshit, I'm running out of time."
My mouth hangs in shock, I never fail to amaze myself with my incredible talent. With that thought I go to sleep.

I've never really done the spoiler thing and hope I'm doing it right. Sorry if it's too long!

 

[FatFuckingClown]

I actually tried to start one but convinced myself everyone would think it was really weird and stupid. But I also kind of wanna share it with the world.

I know it was already done, and it's rushed but here y'all go.

Spoiler: spoiler

My body was a bloated mockery of the human form, compressing against my air pipe lay mounds of rolls. The byproduct, an earthquake of my snores that have woken me up again. My eyes were narrowed into slits, at least I think they were-- it was difficult to see behind the folds enveloping my eyes. I was at the very least trying to glare at my knuckles. The burrito like appendages were hanging listlessly off either my mattress or fupa, I wasn't sure.
I shook my head at the thought, an action that left me a tad short on breath. "Gorl, you got this!" Came the voice of strength and reason, the sound of all things right in the world. The angelic voice spoke in words currated by royalty, moderation, goodness, yet with a soft undercurrant of humility. The voice was me, my conscience. The epitome of humbleness.
Reality always tried to hush that voice in my head, and my attention turned back to my knuckles. They were dark and glossy, gleaming behind the shimmer of sriracha and mayo. I licked the residue off, and found the remnants of a supermarket sushi container. The plastic crunched harshley as I made sure to smear my stubby nubs of shame over the last crumb of tempura and wasabi. As I rubbed my salvation over my gums, satisfied with my constraint and moderation. "Slay, gorl! Sushi is healthy!"
I smiled warmly, I was so strong.
I pry myself out of bed, still out of breath from opening my eyelids earlier, "your gorl pushed through, though!" and oh I how I had triumphed. I made the 8 foot marathon from my bed to my bathroom in record time. I huffed and shivered in anticipation. My eyes again slits, but this time in determination. He was in there again and I was ready.
"You get this gorl! The ghost is gonna be like wha--"
I nodded curtly in determination, reaching for my holy water I had bought on amazon. Free shipping with a case full of chokers and gawdy necklaces. I swallowed my fear, my arm raised as high as I could lift it, clenching the holy water, until my wrist raised slightly above my chest.
It spoke--
"57--"
"BE GONE DEMON!!!" I shrieked jumping off the scale and splashing the haunted artifact with my discounted holy water. "That was close, gorl!" I said to myself collapsing in heavy heeves onto my bathroom floor.
After my liasion with the paranormal I carefully lined my eyes until the points stretched out past lumpy mounds swallowing my crystle orbs.
I huffed my way to the kitchen table where my latest treasure currently resided. Her eyes eyes glazed and red yet focused intently on the puzzle on the back of her coco puffs.

I smiled, delighted at the simple charms of all my lovely girlfriends.
Though the munches from her bowl and chocolate tard cum dribbling down her chin made me gasp, as I realized...
"GORL! CRISIS! You have not ea-uhn all day! It is already 10:45!!! That's no good, gorl! Do we have any pizza left? Your insulin will get fucked up or something!"
As if sensing my body growling as it went in starvation mode. Becky looked up from her Puffs. She smiled at me, and pulled up my chair, serving me a platter of chocolate gravy and biscuits. Breakfast wasn't complete until we both patted my back, ripples of praise shooting threw my body after eating my cottage cheese, corn, and strawberries.
"You're slaying this weight loss, gorl! Better vlog that! We'll show that scale tonight!" I stirred my sriracha into my cottage cheese, delighted at the idea of sharing my life with the world.
"Everyone must see how good you are!"
I sighed a bit, it wasn't easy being such a dedicated hero of self motivation. Some weeks I didn't want to vlog at all. As the youtube famous queen of moderation this is yet another hurtle I must conquer.
I snapped my camera on. Adjusting it until I was almost satisfied with the lighting. I was also more than content that the picture was still just bad enough to complain.
I couldn't imagine a more perfect and challenging career, at least not until my world-changing writing starts to make me rich! After several hours of ignoring legitimate inquiries, and denying the severity of my problems, I switch off my camera.
I pull out a bag of natural cheetohs. I eat the family sized helping, then I eat 2 vegan burgers.
I switch my camera on as my makeup still looks good and film a mukbang. I mix the packets of msg poorly and quickly in with liquid aminos. I was too desperate to make the food anymore appetizing. My next dish will taste much better but this one must be quick.
"I know, gorl! It's been almost two hours since we've ea-uhn!" Groaned her better self in her head.
A part of Amberlynn wanted to interject, to admit maybe that was a few moments ago, but the rest of Amberlynn was hungry and digested that part.
The harsh flavors roll down my throat in sharp salty scratches. I was content. I chew my cold food, giddy in ecstacy as the flavors shoot shockwaves down my mouth. The warmth of the sriracha swirls in my mouth like a warm hug. The delicate dough of my pasta sliding between my teeth stung my tongue with kisses of sodium that go all the way down my body.
I speak of ground breaking topics, I show the emotional frailty of the difficulties I face in my life as powder swooshes around my smacking lips. I speak of wanting change, I speak of how well I'm doing on my diet. And I frown thinking of the comments.
"You're in front of them eating ramen powder, potatoes, rice, noodles and corn!" I start to tell myself, arguing under my lips, which were moving for no other reason than to resonate amongst my own ears. It was such a gorgeous sound. "All good things, all staples!" I assure myself again.
Sometimes I hear my haters, too.
"Gorl, your extensive studies on nutrition have left me very knowledgable of things that should go in your body. You're losing weight, dammit! Why don't they get that?!People beg for these mukbangs! No one would do that if you were too fat, right? Besides, how many guys hit on you the last time y'all went to a waffle house!" I had to agree with the inner me again. My favorite person, my favorite author. The most significant thing in this world, I must listen to her instead.
Satisfied with the videos and after an entire hour editing my video, I decided to reward myself with 4 skinny girl ice creams. I deserved them, and this diet was slaying!
After a pack of smirnoff ice, I tuck my girlfriend's fav cookie monster blanket over her. (She is OB-SESSED!)
I have an extra box of ice cream I earned after working so hard today before heading back to bed. I haphazardly practice a "B" in calligraphy. I did it two more times, and after convincing myself my perfectionistic tendencies were getting the better of me, I decide to muse on wattpad.
"Like an hour glass of bullshit, I'm running out of time."
My mouth hangs in shock, I never fail to amaze myself with my incredible talent. With that thought I go to sleep.

I've never really done the spoiler thing and hope I'm doing it right. Sorry if it's too long!

I thoroughly enjoyed the shit out of this. I wish there was more.

 

[hotcheetospuffs]

I also took a ride on the AL fanfic train today, if anyone has some time to kill...

Spoiler

“Bye Purple Sparkles, bye BridalGown, bye Zach888, bye-“ I always cut it off mid sentence so people won’t see how I really feel. I hate them all.

I’m basically a sideshow freak, but it sure beats doing stuff. I know I’m lazy, but isn’t the whole point of working, working towards that time off at the end of the day? Thank goodness for Youtube and Younow, otherwise I’d be taking an Uber to work, to sit there next to my ex girlfriend and her new girlfriend at our government desk job. My life now is a zillion times better. I do what I want, when I want to, I spend all day with my pets, and pants are optional. It’s truly a glorious existence. I sleep all day, watch Netflix all night, maybe make a vlog, and that’s it, that’s all I have to do. Pretty sweet life.

Six months ago, my life was a mess. My girlfriend at the time had asked me a year prior to please, for both of us, make an effort to improve my weight. At that time I was 487, my heaviest for that time, nearly sixty pounds more than I was when we met. Destiny, my girlfriend, always knew I was a bigger girl. I even sent her nudes before we even met in person so she could know exactly what she was getting into. You don’t get into a relationship expecting a person to change, like who does that? Cut to November of this year, I filmed a live weigh-in for my YouTube vlog, and I was at my heaviest since Destiny and I had met. “Amberlynn, I love you, but hunny that’s too much, I don’t want you die, and I like doing things, and we never do nuthin.” she told me. I begged her to give me a chance because I knew what was coming, I was about to lose her.

About two hundred boxes wrapped in pretty blue metallic paper printed with snowflakes were stacked up against the living room walls, taking up most of the space. I hadn't even had time to put bows and tags, I didn't need to. All of the presents were for Destiny, things I had bought her on our many Wal-Mart trips and checked out separately so she would be surprised. I’d hide the bags behind my fat while we walked back out to Destiny's car, and then I"d put them in the back seat so she wouldn't see. On days that Destiny worked and I didn’t, I’d spend countless hours wrapping her gifts beautifully. I started to cry, standing there in the living room, I didn’t know how to respond to Destiny saying we never did anything. We totally did things. We were always going out to eat, whether it was for brunch, or a late night Denny’s run, we’d go to Wal-Mart at all hours and do donuts on the scooters in the parking lot. Then we’d come home and make love, a blur of fingers of flesh, and satisfied moans.

Destiny hugged me and we started to sway to the Miley Cyrus music playing on my phone. “Why don’t you open up one of your gifts now?” I said. And she did. It was a Star Wars Lego set, Destiny loves toys, and anything Star Wars. The look on her face was magical, like a little boy on Christmas morning, getting just what he wanted. I wanted to see that smile again. “Open another”, I suggested. And she did. And another, and another one, we had Destiny’s Christmas morning one random night in November, in my last ditch effort to save our relationship. But as she sat there on the floor, wearing that autistic grin in a pile of ripped paper, I knew it was really over.

We lasted another month, but we were just going through the motions. With Destiny moving out, I knew it was time to get serious about my vlogging game, otherwise I'd probably end up homeless or in prison like my mom.

YouNow is a social platform where people get “bars” or donations, for interacting with their fans. I do it to supplement my YouTube income since adsense isn’t what it used to be. There’s no way I’m going back to the daily grind. The people on there pretty much just raz me about my weight, which has increased, but I keep saying “I’m losing”. I’d never own up to being 510, but I am. It really doesn’t matter though, because my new GF Becky doesn’t care, she loves me just the way I am…

I’m what they call a lipstick lesbian. I feel absolutely naked without my lipstick. I just caaaannnn’t go anywhere without my lipstick. Or my winged elf eyeliner for that matter. I always make sure my make-up is on fleek before I do a YouNow session, that’s where the worst of the haters are and yes, they have made me cry quite a few times. I get dressed from the waist up, because all of my pants have become very uncomfortable. The rest of the time I’m usually nude from the waist down with a sheet over the couch because I sweat, and a blanket covering my legs. Even I can’t stand the sight of my own legs. They’re doughy and white, I have a one- inch round open sore on my calf and another my stomach and there's another small one on my arm, but not from diabetes, I do NOT have diabetes, they're from picking mosquito bites. My ankles look like marshmallows perched atop my inflated feet, which are too wide even for 99 cent flip flops, so I just keep taping up my same old ballet flats, which have become very flat, with black duct tape. Getting dressed from the waist up is easy, jewelry is easy, it’s the lower half that gives me stress, to where I’m like, Gorl, just become a large and in-charge woman and eat what you want, you might as well, because at this point you’re already ruined. But I know how to take a good snapchat photo, and yes, a big girl CAN rock a cute choker. I think they sort of give me a neck, but I’m torn, do I put the camera up high, which has a slimming effect even though my choker gets lost in my chin? Or is it better to put it at a normal height and let people see how I really look?

Fuck people. Yeah, I wish, that’s the kind of no-fucks attitude I wish I could have, like my new friend Rafe. Rafe is the Ex of my girlfriend Becky, but I think I wasn’t supposed to know that because I guess she’s been married to some old lady forever. She don’t give a fuck, she’s the honey badger and she’s so edgy. She’s got brightly colored floral tattoos and a septum piercing, and she’s fat too, we all are, but I’m the only one who seems to have a hard time with it. I’m constantly worried about what people think. I hate to say it but I am, and it’s so hard. I just want to be a normal sized person who eats and does stuff and doesn’t care but people are constantly looking at me and judging me, it’s been like that my entire life because I’ve always been big. I guess that’s why I figured being a YouTuber would be easy. It’s sooooooo not.

There’s a an online forum all about me, people are so obsessed with me. They’re constantly investigating my life and it is starting to make me insane. Every little thing I do gets torn apart and analyzed and they do it for fun.They’ve even gone so far as to find the writing I posted online and critique it for fun. What can I do to make myself happy besides eat? I can’t see my girlfriend because she lives far away, I can’t go anywhere because I’m afraid to drive and I don’t have a car, and there’s nothing left to watch on TV because I watched it all. Sometimes life isn’t pretty sweet. And then I eat.

Eating is the best. I love to eat. I’ll admit it, I am 500 pounds, I cannot deny the fact that food is one of my main joys in life and it always has been, since I was a little, or a not so little, 240 lb girl. My parents were always shooting up in the bathroom of our trailer so I’d eat and watch TV to pass the time. When I got put into foster care, my foster parents gave me money for school lunch, even though I was on free lunch, being a warden of the state. Did I buy chokers with the extra money? No. I bought two lunches. Fat Amber. I was Fat Amber. And now I’m fat Amberlynn.

When I wake up in the morning I usually lie in bed for a few hours catching up on the social media, the YouTubers like Trisha Paytas, and the Mukbangers, and then watching the Mukbangs makes me hungry. When I see them eating, I want to be eating too. I want what they’re having. I want to be a cute thin person who eats whatever she wants and never get heartburn or hate. It wouldn’t even so bad being one of the fat mukbangers, they never get the same hate I do, I honestly don’t know why people hate me so much. More reasons to eat. I know the fridge is brimming with temptations, frozen Amy’s dinners, creamy cheeses, Yazo frozen yogurt bars, limited edition Pumpkin Ben and Jerry’s (mostly gone, but I left a novelty amount), vegan burger patties, frozen egg rolls, and some of the soup concoction I threw together last night, which in retrospect, I realize, actually cost me 36 dollars, between the carton of broth, the box of brown rice, the cans of beans and veggies, the bags of frozen corn and peas, the jars of olives and pesto, but I really felt like a comforting warm meal, and the soup reminded me of having to cook for myself while my parents were high, on the mattress on the floor of their bedroom. Soup is like a hug. Soup is good food as they say. And everything I put into my soups is healthy. But after I eat a healthy soup, I need a sweet taste, and there’s always candy around. All my girlfriends have always loved sweets and kid-food, so it’s always around and there to tempt me and I cannot just have one cookie, or one small piece of candy, I usually end up eating the whole bag.

Most days I do not shower or get dressed, I just get straight to eating. I say I haven’t eaten all day, and it’s 4pm usually by the time I wake up, so I wake up pretty hungry. First I grab a quick snack while I’m deciding what to eat, usually some sort of protein bar, because I’m kind of doing a mix of low carb, calorie counting, healthy eating, and the occasional cheat day or treat. Today it’s an Amy’s meal, a noodle pad thai, vegan, because I am trying to eat more plant based, and I do care about animals' lives, so I don’t need meat at every meal. While it’s cooking, my stomach is growling because I’m starving like an African child from an exotic country, and so I unwrap and eat some mini dove chocolates. Dove chocolate is bae.

 

[Xenomorph]

Here is mine cause why not.

Spoiler: A Letter.

Mom,

You left me home alone again. You always seem to leave me behind. I wait by the door for you and Mommy to return right away but you never do, not on time anyway. I'm nervous and scared and hungry. I am so scared most of the time because there is nobody here to comfort me when I hear a scary noise, like the mail being delivered or a scary truck. I am scared all the time.. you don't help me ever. The other day I cried for you to take me out with you so I can smell the air and feel the grass on my paws. You never do. You sit there staring at a little box or a big box talking to yourself and laughing, but you never laugh with me. You yell all the time and cry to yourself but you never comfort me.

Why am I here? My other Mommy left me and didn't even say goodbye, she comes around sometimes but she doesn't pet me like she used pet me and you just ignore me, are you even my REAL Mother? You even let little Mom take one of my brothers away from me, why? Why did you get me so you could ignore me? All I wanted was a pack to belong to, but I am always alone and when you do take me somewhere you put me in the car and it makes me sick and yell at me when I cannot control having to use the bathroom. You cannot even pick me up anymore and you are too big and your feet stomping the ground makes me scared to walk around you. I can smell death on you and I don't want to be left alone forever.
I wish you left me where you found me.

Twinkie.

 

[Token_Texan]

I thoroughly enjoyed the shit out of this. I wish there was more.

Thank you so much!

 

[hotcheetospuffs]

We need to publish an anthology. You guys, I haven't laughed this hard in so long! Thanks for sharing everybody! Please write more!!!

 

[FatFuckingClown]

STOP

I also took ride on the AL fanfic train today, if anyone has some time to kill...

Spoiler

“Bye Purple Sparkles, bye BridalGown, bye Zach888, bye-“ I always cut it off mid sentence so people won’t see how I really feel. I hate them all.

I’m basically a sideshow freak, but it sure beats doing stuff. I know I’m lazy, but isn’t the whole point of working, working towards that time off at the end of the day? Thank goodness for Youtube and Younow, otherwise I’d be taking an Uber to work, to sit there next to my ex girlfriend and her new girlfriend at our government desk job. My life now is a zillion times better. I do what I want, when I want to, I spend all day with my pets, and pants are optional. It’s truly a glorious existence. I sleep all day, watch Netflix all night, maybe make a vlog, and that’s it, that’s all I have to do. Pretty sweet life.

Six months ago, my life was a mess. My girlfriend at the time had asked me a year prior to please, for both of us, make an effort to improve my weight. At that time I was 487, my heaviest for that time, nearly sixty pounds more than I was when we met. Destiny, my girlfriend, always knew I was a bigger girl. I even sent her nudes before we even met so she could know exactly what she was getting into. You don’t get into a relationship expecting a person to change, like who does that? Cut to November of this year, I filmed a live weigh-in for my YouTube vlog, and I was at my heaviest since Destiny and I had met. “Amberlynn, I love you, but hunny that’s too much, I don’t want you die, and I like doing things, and we never do nuthin.” she told me. I begged her to give me a chance because I knew what was coming, I was about to lose her.

About 200 hundred boxes wrapped in pretty blue paper were stacked up against the living room walls, taking up most of the space. They were presents for Destiny, things I had bought her on our many Wal-Mart trips and checked out separately so she would be surprised. I’d hide the bags behind my fat while we walked back out to the car, and then I"d put them in the back seat so she’d be surprised. On days that Destiny worked and I didn’t, I’d spend countless hours wrapping her gifts beautifully. I started to cry, standing there in the living room, I didn’t know how to respond to Destiny saying we never did anything. We totally did things. We were always going out to eat, weather it was for brunch, or a late night Denny’s run, we’d go to Wal-Mart at all hours and do donuts on the scooters in the parking lot. Then we’d come home and make love, a blur of fingers of flesh, and satisfied moans.

Destiny hugged me and we started to sway to the Miley Cyrus music playing on my phone. “Why don’t you open up one of your gifts now?” And she did. It was a Star Wars Lego set, Destiny loves toys, and anything Star Wars. The look on her face was magical, like a little boy on Christmas morning, getting just what he wanted. I wanted to see that smile again. “Open another”, I suggested. And she did. And another, and another one, we had Destiny’s Christmas morning one random night in November, in my last ditch effort to save our relationship. But as she sat there with a stupid grin in a pile of ripped paper, I knew it was really over.

YouNow is a social platform where people get “bars” or donations, for interacting with their fans. I do it to supplement my YouTube income since adsense isn’t what it used to be. There’s no way I’m going back to the daily grind. The people on there pretty much just raz me about my weight, which has increased, but I keep saying “I’m losing”. I’d never own up to being 510, but I am. It really doesn’t matter though, because my new GF Becky doesn’t care, she loves me just the way I am…

 

[JuliusSeizure]

I actually tried to start one but convinced myself everyone would think it was really weird and stupid. But I also kind of wanna share it with the world.

I know it was already done, and it's rushed but here y'all go.

Spoiler: spoiler

My body was a bloated mockery of the human form, compressing against my air pipe lay mounds of rolls. The byproduct, an earthquake of my snores that have woken me up again. My eyes were narrowed into slits, at least I think they were-- it was difficult to see behind the folds enveloping my eyes. I was at the very least trying to glare at my knuckles. The burrito like appendages were hanging listlessly off either my mattress or fupa, I wasn't sure.
I shook my head at the thought, an action that left me a tad short on breath. "Gorl, you got this!" Came the voice of strength and reason, the sound of all things right in the world. The angelic voice spoke in words currated by royalty, moderation, goodness, yet with a soft undercurrant of humility. The voice was me, my conscience. The epitome of humbleness.
Reality always tried to hush that voice in my head, and my attention turned back to my knuckles. They were dark and glossy, gleaming behind the shimmer of sriracha and mayo. I licked the residue off, and found the remnants of a supermarket sushi container. The plastic crunched harshley as I made sure to smear my stubby nubs of shame over the last crumb of tempura and wasabi. As I rubbed my salvation over my gums, satisfied with my constraint and moderation. "Slay, gorl! Sushi is healthy!"
I smiled warmly, I was so strong.
I pry myself out of bed, still out of breath from opening my eyelids earlier, "your gorl pushed through, though!" and oh I how I had triumphed. I made the 8 foot marathon from my bed to my bathroom in record time. I huffed and shivered in anticipation. My eyes again slits, but this time in determination. He was in there again and I was ready.
"You get this gorl! The ghost is gonna be like wha--"
I nodded curtly in determination, reaching for my holy water I had bought on amazon. Free shipping with a case full of chokers and gawdy necklaces. I swallowed my fear, my arm raised as high as I could lift it, clenching the holy water, until my wrist raised slightly above my chest.
It spoke--
"57--"
"BE GONE DEMON!!!" I shrieked jumping off the scale and splashing the haunted artifact with my discounted holy water. "That was close, gorl!" I said to myself collapsing in heavy heeves onto my bathroom floor.
After my liasion with the paranormal I carefully lined my eyes until the points stretched out past lumpy mounds swallowing my crystle orbs.
I huffed my way to the kitchen table where my latest treasure currently resided. Her eyes eyes glazed and red yet focused intently on the puzzle on the back of her coco puffs.

I smiled, delighted at the simple charms of all my lovely girlfriends.
Though the munches from her bowl and chocolate tard cum dribbling down her chin made me gasp, as I realized...
"GORL! CRISIS! You have not ea-uhn all day! It is already 10:45!!! That's no good, gorl! Do we have any pizza left? Your insulin will get fucked up or something!"
As if sensing my body growling as it went in starvation mode. Becky looked up from her Puffs. She smiled at me, and pulled up my chair, serving me a platter of chocolate gravy and biscuits. Breakfast wasn't complete until we both patted my back, ripples of praise shooting threw my body after eating my cottage cheese, corn, and strawberries.
"You're slaying this weight loss, gorl! Better vlog that! We'll show that scale tonight!" I stirred my sriracha into my cottage cheese, delighted at the idea of sharing my life with the world.
"Everyone must see how good you are!"
I sighed a bit, it wasn't easy being such a dedicated hero of self motivation. Some weeks I didn't want to vlog at all. As the youtube famous queen of moderation this is yet another hurtle I must conquer.
I snapped my camera on. Adjusting it until I was almost satisfied with the lighting. I was also more than content that the picture was still just bad enough to complain.
I couldn't imagine a more perfect and challenging career, at least not until my world-changing writing starts to make me rich! After several hours of ignoring legitimate inquiries, and denying the severity of my problems, I switch off my camera.
I pull out a bag of natural cheetohs. I eat the family sized helping, then I eat 2 vegan burgers.
I switch my camera on as my makeup still looks good and film a mukbang. I mix the packets of msg poorly and quickly in with liquid aminos. I was too desperate to make the food anymore appetizing. My next dish will taste much better but this one must be quick.
"I know, gorl! It's been almost two hours since we've ea-uhn!" Groaned her better self in her head.
A part of Amberlynn wanted to interject, to admit maybe that was a few moments ago, but the rest of Amberlynn was hungry and digested that part.
The harsh flavors roll down my throat in sharp salty scratches. I was content. I chew my cold food, giddy in ecstacy as the flavors shoot shockwaves down my mouth. The warmth of the sriracha swirls in my mouth like a warm hug. The delicate dough of my pasta sliding between my teeth stung my tongue with kisses of sodium that go all the way down my body.
I speak of ground breaking topics, I show the emotional frailty of the difficulties I face in my life as powder swooshes around my smacking lips. I speak of wanting change, I speak of how well I'm doing on my diet. And I frown thinking of the comments.
"You're in front of them eating ramen powder, potatoes, rice, noodles and corn!" I start to tell myself, arguing under my lips, which were moving for no other reason than to resonate amongst my own ears. It was such a gorgeous sound. "All good things, all staples!" I assure myself again.
Sometimes I hear my haters, too.
"Gorl, your extensive studies on nutrition have left me very knowledgable of things that should go in your body. You're losing weight, dammit! Why don't they get that?!People beg for these mukbangs! No one would do that if you were too fat, right? Besides, how many guys hit on you the last time y'all went to a waffle house!" I had to agree with the inner me again. My favorite person, my favorite author. The most significant thing in this world, I must listen to her instead.
Satisfied with the videos and after an entire hour editing my video, I decided to reward myself with 4 skinny girl ice creams. I deserved them, and this diet was slaying!
After a pack of smirnoff ice, I tuck my girlfriend's fav cookie monster blanket over her. (She is OB-SESSED!)
I have an extra box of ice cream I earned after working so hard today before heading back to bed. I haphazardly practice a "B" in calligraphy. I did it two more times, and after convincing myself my perfectionistic tendencies were getting the better of me, I decide to muse on wattpad.
"Like an hour glass of bullshit, I'm running out of time."
My mouth hangs in shock, I never fail to amaze myself with my incredible talent. With that thought I go to sleep.

I've never really done the spoiler thing and hope I'm doing it right. Sorry if it's too long!

You win this thread.

 

[Token_Texan]

You win this thread.

Thanks! Its awesome y'all took the time to read that! Thank you!

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This is amazing. How much better her "hay-ers" are at writing than she is is going to devastate her lol

 

[BubbaGumpShraaamp]

Amberlynn wakes with a jolt. The crushing weight of her neck fat had caused her to stop breathing and interrupted her slumber. She rolls her eyes, "GORL, I am trying to get my beauty rest... goals." She begins violently flopping her body in an effort to get off the bed. TwinkieStar watches anxiously from her corner of the bed. Fearing for her life, the pup leaps into the air and teleports into another dimension... just to be safe.

When Amber's feet hit the ground, she hears a loud crunch. Her heart sinks. Has she finally broken her ankles? Will she be immobile for the rest of her (short) life? She glances over her rotund belly and breathes a sigh of relief when she sees a crushed bag of Doritos beneath her foot. In a shocking display of flexibility, she bends down and picks up the bag. She unhinges her jaw and stuffs the entire bag down her throat. "I'll save that for later."

*Continued* (Relay story time!)

Amber suddenly remembers she hasn't ee'un all day and waddles over to the kitchen. Nobody has taken her grocery shopping today, so she improvises a soup with some sriracha, liquid amino's and olives garnished with leftover Doritos. Because carbs are good for you, she prepares a side of sriracha ramen noodles.

As she places her camera on her kitchen counter, she feels proud she was able to get an arm-workout into her hectic youtube workday.

"Hi guys!!! Welcome to my mookbang. Today I'm eating homemade vegan soup with a side vegan noodles. I just love being creative with food." Speaking more than 3 sentences in a row already has her out of breath. She takes a big breath before swirling some extra sriracha over her ramen.

The ramen and soup is gone within minutes, with random "Veganism cures cancer" and "Queen of moderation" thrown in here and there for good measure. Once her food is finished, she gets a real hankerin' for ice cream. She lets out an angry grunt when she realizes Dustin hasn't taken her to Walmart in days, the sheer force of it all causing the straps of her polka-dot bra to snap free for the first time in three years.

This opens up a portal to an alternate dimension, sadly ending TwinkiStar's teleportation that lasted for a few blissful minutes: like a monster truck in the night life, a Twinkie Star was floating freely among the stars before being yanked back to earth by big Al's determined ashy-knuckled fingers.

"Ohhhhhh look at it, it tried to teleport into another dimensioooonnnn." She coos. She scoops Twinkie into her arms, and waddles over to the door to wait for Becky to arrive.

 

[FatFuckingClown]

*Continued* (Relay story time!)

Amber suddenly remembers she hasn't ee'un all day and waddles over to the kitchen. Nobody has taken her grocery shopping today, so she improvises a soup with some sriracha, liquid amino's and olives garnished with leftover Doritos. Because carbs are good for you, she prepares a side of sriracha ramen noodles.

As she places her camera on her kitchen counter, she feels proud she was able to get an arm-workout into her hectic youtube workday.

"Hi guys!!! Welcome to my mookbang. Today I'm eating homemade vegan soup with a side vegan noodles. I just love being creative with food." Speaking more than 3 sentences in a row already has her out of breath. She takes a big breath before swirling some extra sriracha over her ramen.

The ramen and soup is gone within minutes, with random "Veganism cures cancer" and "Queen of moderation" thrown in here and there for good measure. Once her food is finished, she gets a real hankerin' for ice cream. She lets out an angry grunt when she realizes Dustin hasn't taken her to Walmart in days, the sheer force of it all causing the straps of her polka-dot bra to snap free for the first time in three years.

This opens up a portal to an alternate dimension, sadly ending TwinkiStar's teleportation that lasted for a few blissful minutes: like a monster truck in the night life, a Twinkie Star was floating freely among the stars before being yanked back to earth by big Al's determined ashy-knuckled fingers.

"Ohhhhhh look at it, it tried to teleport into another dimensioooonnnn." She coos. She scoops Twinkie into her arms, and waddles over to the door to wait for Becky to arrive.

Terrific.
I'm having the time of my life here, you guys.

 

[wahhhmbulance]

Here is mine cause why not.

Spoiler: A Letter.

Mom,

You left me home alone again. You always seem to leave me behind. I wait by the door for you and Mommy to return right away but you never do, not on time anyway. I'm nervous and scared and hungry. I am so scared most of the time because there is nobody here to comfort me when I hear a scary noise, like the mail being delivered or a scary truck. I am scared all the time.. you don't help me ever. The other day I cried for you to take me out with you so I can smell the air and feel the grass on my paws. You never do. You sit there staring at a little box or a big box talking to yourself and laughing, but you never laugh with me. You yell all the time and cry to yourself but you never comfort me.

Why am I here? My other Mommy left me and didn't even say goodbye, she comes around sometimes but she doesn't pet me like she used pet me and you just ignore me, are you even my REAL Mother? You even let little Mom take one of my brothers away from me, why? Why did you get me so you could ignore me? All I wanted was a pack to belong to, but I am always alone and when you do take me somewhere you put me in the car and it makes me sick and yell at me when I cannot control having to use the bathroom. You cannot even pick me up anymore and you are too big and your feet stomping the ground makes me scared to walk around you. I can smell death on you and I don't want to be left alone forever.
I wish you left me where you found me.

Twinkie.

Ok this one had me on the floor. I'm handing out Winner ratings like candy over here


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Norman Reedus with Four Fupas, Annie Leibovitz (2017)

 

[elliebell]

Reliable and kind, you support my behind.

Sure, you're a little slow, but without you I can't get to and fro.

You love to have my coochie in your face, even though the stank is unknown to the human race.

I live to consume, you allow that to bloom.

GORL, you SLAY MY LIFE! Makin' me swollen and fat without strife.

You hug the curves of my body, leave me feeling like a hottie.

People stare at us in hate, they don't understand or relate.

Haters make us famous, ain't no one gonna shame us.

It's me and you baby, no ifs, ands, buts, or maybes.

BAE!

-Ode to a Walmart scooter.

 

[hotcheetospuffs]

I don't know if I'm writing fanfiction or a 1st person biography of AL, but I added a bunch more to the original instead of sleeping... (Becky emoji) y'all got me into some kinda new hobby...Scroll down for the new stuff.

I also took a ride on the AL fanfic train today, if anyone has some time to kill...

Spoiler

“Bye Purple Sparkles, bye BridalGown, bye Zach888, bye-“ I always cut it off mid sentence so people won’t see how I really feel. I hate them all.

I’m basically a sideshow freak, but it sure beats doing stuff. I know I’m lazy, but isn’t the whole point of working, working towards that time off at the end of the day? Thank goodness for Youtube and Younow, otherwise I’d be taking an Uber to work, to sit there next to my ex girlfriend and her new girlfriend at our government desk job. My life now is a zillion times better. I do what I want, when I want to, I spend all day with my pets, and pants are optional. It’s truly a glorious existence. I sleep all day, watch Netflix all night, maybe make a vlog, and that’s it, that’s all I have to do. Pretty sweet life.

Six months ago, my life was a mess. My girlfriend at the time had asked me a year prior to please, for both of us, make an effort to improve my weight. At that time I was 487, my heaviest for that time, nearly sixty pounds more than I was when we met. Destiny, my girlfriend, always knew I was a bigger girl. I even sent her nudes before we even met in person so she could know exactly what she was getting into. You don’t get into a relationship expecting a person to change, like who does that? Cut to November of this year, I filmed a live weigh-in for my YouTube vlog, and I was at my heaviest since Destiny and I had met. “Amberlynn, I love you, but hunny that’s too much, I don’t want you die, and I like doing things, and we never do nuthin.” she told me. I begged her to give me a chance because I knew what was coming, I was about to lose her.

About two hundred boxes wrapped in pretty blue metallic paper printed with snowflakes were stacked up against the living room walls, taking up most of the space. I hadn't even had time to put bows and tags, I didn't need to. All of the presents were for Destiny, things I had bought her on our many Wal-Mart trips and checked out separately so she would be surprised. I’d hide the bags behind my fat while we walked back out to Destiny's car, and then I"d put them in the back seat so she wouldn't see. On days that Destiny worked and I didn’t, I’d spend countless hours wrapping her gifts beautifully. I started to cry, standing there in the living room, I didn’t know how to respond to Destiny saying we never did anything. We totally did things. We were always going out to eat, whether it was for brunch, or a late night Denny’s run, we’d go to Wal-Mart at all hours and do donuts on the scooters in the parking lot. Then we’d come home and make love, a blur of fingers of flesh, and satisfied moans.

Destiny hugged me and we started to sway to the Miley Cyrus music playing on my phone. “Why don’t you open up one of your gifts now?” I said. And she did. It was a Star Wars Lego set, Destiny loves toys, and anything Star Wars. The look on her face was magical, like a little boy on Christmas morning, getting just what he wanted. I wanted to see that smile again. “Open another”, I suggested. And she did. And another, and another one, we had Destiny’s Christmas morning one random night in November, in my last ditch effort to save our relationship. But as she sat there on the floor, wearing that autistic grin in a pile of ripped paper, I knew it was really over.

We lasted another month, but we were just going through the motions. With Destiny moving out, I knew it was time to get serious about vlogging game, otherwise I'd probably end up homeless or in prison like my mom.

YouNow is a social platform where people get “bars” or donations, for interacting with their fans. I do it to supplement my YouTube income since adsense isn’t what it used to be. There’s no way I’m going back to the daily grind. The people on there pretty much just raz me about my weight, which has increased, but I keep saying “I’m losing”. I’d never own up to being 510, but I am. It really doesn’t matter though, because my new GF Becky doesn’t care, she loves me just the way I am…

I’m what they call a lipstick lesbian. I feel absolutely naked without my lipstick. I just caaaannnn’t go anywhere without my lipstick. Or my winged elf eyeliner for that matter. I always make sure my make-up is on fleek before I do a YouNow session, that’s where the worst of the haters are and yes, they have made me cry quite a few times. I get dressed from the waist up, because all of my pants have become very uncomfortable. The rest of the time I’m usually nude from the waist down with a sheet over the couch because I sweat, and a blanket covering my legs. Even I can’t stand the sight of my own legs. They’re doughy and white, I have a one- inch round open sore on my calf and another my stomach and there's another small one on my arm, but not from diabetes, I do NOT have diabetes, they're from picking mosquito bites. My ankles look like marshmallows perched atop my inflated feet, which are too wide even for 99 cent flip flops, so I just keep taping up my same old ballet flats, which have become very flat, with black duct tape. Getting dressed from the waist up is easy, jewelry is easy, it’s the lower half that gives me stress, to where I’m like, Gorl, just become a large and in-charge woman and eat what you want, you might as well, because at this point you’re already ruined. But I know how to take a good snapchat photo, and yes, a big girl CAN rock a cute choker. I think they sort of give me a neck, but I’m torn, do I put the camera up high, which has a slimming effect even though my choker gets lost in my chin? Or is it better to put it at a normal height and let people see how I really look?

Fuck people. Yeah, I wish that’s the kind of no-fucks attitude I wish I could have, like my new friend Rafe. Rafe is the Ex of my girlfriend Becky, but I think I wasn’t supposed to know that because I guess she’s been married to some old lady forever. She don’t give a fuck, she’s the honey badger and she’s so edgy. She’s got brightly colored floral tattoos and a septum piercing, and she’s fat too, we all are, but I’m the only one who seems to have a hard time with it. I’m constantly worried about what people think. I hate to say it but I am, and it’s so hard. I just want to be a normal sized person who eats and does stuff and doesn’t care but people are constantly looking at me and judging me, it’s been like that my entire life because I’ve always been big. I guess that’s why I figured being a YouTuber would be easy. It’s sooooooo not.

There’s a an online forum all about me, people are so obsessed with me. They’re constantly investigating my life and it is starting to make me insane. Every little thing I do gets torn apart and analyzed and they do it for fun.They’ve even gone so far as to find the writing I posted online and critique it for fun. What can I do to make myself happy besides eat? I can’t see my girlfriend because she lives far away, I can’t go anywhere because I’m afraid to drive and I don’t have a car, and there’s nothing left to watch on TV because I watched it all. Sometimes life isn’t pretty sweet. And then I eat.

Eating is the best. I love to eat. I’ll admit that eating is my favorite hobby besides writing and burning wax. I am 500 pounds, I cannot deny the fact that food is one of my main joys in life and it always has been, since I was a little, or a not so little, 240 lb girl. My parents were always shooting up in the bathroom of our trailer so I’d eat and watch TV to pass the time. When I got put into foster care, my foster parents gave me money for school lunch, even though I was on free lunch, being a warden of the state. Did I buy chokers with the extra money? No. I bought two lunches. Fat Amber. I was Fat Amber. And now I’m fat Amberlynn.

When I wake up in the morning I usually lie in bed for a few hours catching up on the social media, the YouTubers like Trisha Paytas, and the Mukbangers, and then watching the Mukbangs makes me hungry. When I see them eating, I want to be eating too. I want what they’re having. I want to be a cute thin person who eats whatever she wants and never get heartburn or hate. It wouldn’t even so bad being one of the fat mukbangers, they never get the same hate I do, I honestly don’t know why people hate me so much. More reasons to eat. I know the fridge is brimming with temptations, frozen Amy’s dinners, creamy cheeses, Yazo frozen yogurt bars, limited edition Pumpkin Ben and Jerry’s (mostly gone, but I left a novelty amount), vegan burger patties, frozen egg rolls, and some of the soup concoction I threw together last night, which in retrospect, I realize, actually cost me 36 dollars, between the carton of broth, the box of brown rice, the cans of beans and veggies, the bags of frozen corn and peas, the jars of olives and pesto, but I really felt like a comforting warm meal, and the soup reminded me of having to cook for myself while my parents were high, on the mattress on the floor of their bedroom. Soup is like a hug. Soup is good food as they say. And everything I put into my soups is healthy. But after I eat a healthy soup, I need a sweet taste, and there’s always candy around. All my girlfriends have always loved sweets and kid-food, so it’s always around and there to tempt me and I cannot just have one cookie, or one small piece of candy, I usually end up eating the whole bag.

Most days I do not shower or get dressed, I just get straight to eating. I say I haven’t eaten all day, and it’s 4pm usually by the time I wake up, so I wake up pretty hungry. First I grab a quick snack while I’m deciding what to eat, usually some sort of protein bar, because I’m kind of doing a mix of low carb, calorie counting, healthy eating, and the occasional cheat day or treat. Today it’s an Amy’s meal, a noodle pad thai, vegan, because I am trying to eat more plant based, and I do care about animals lives, so I don’t need meat at every meal. While it’s cooking, my stomach is growling because I’m starving like an African child from an exotic country, and so I unwrap and eat some mini dove chocolates. Dove chocolate is bae.

 

[ChocolateGravy]

I've posted as a guest here once or twice. I'm officially joining the party!

Now someone write a smut scene with Amber and Becky.

Amber and Becky were lying on the bed. Both heads of hair glistened with grease and sweat. They just traversed a mountain of stairs to contiue their movie marathon. Luckily, they were able to bring Olive Garden leftovers, the last 2 chocolate gravy covered biscuits, bottles of booze, and various other foodstuffs. Candy wrappers, empty liquor bottles, wax melts, and air fresheners littered the lake of carpet beneath their bed island.

A short while later, Amber was thinking about her hair and how much more beautiful it was compared to Pocahontas's hair. She was drunk, but acting dainty and tipsy was so bae, especially when other people are also drunk. Amber's intestines began to make noise, but she ignored it. It would take an hour to fully empty her bowels and clean herself in the shower with the assistance of a long loofah on a plastic stick. It was too soon to have Becky see her regular routine. It wouldn't be until after they moved in together.

Amber was knocked out of her train of thought by the sound of the bedroom door opening. Becky must have returned from smoking her dank weed.

"Hey, baby." She slurred.
Amber stared at Becky with a look of confusion and disgust in reply.
"It's okay, Kate. Momma's gonna take care of -"
"KATE?" Amber roared. How dare Becky confuse her for Kate Winslet. Kate was so much older than her, gorl. Her rage gifted her unknown strength and she was standing in front of the bed in one attempt. Her intestines were no longer growling.
"No," Amber whimpered.
A confused Becky asked Amber what happened and why the room suddenly smelled horrible.
"Twinkie had an accident. Bad Twinkie Star! I sat on some chocolate gravy. I'll be back once I clean it up."
"Don't take too long, baby." Becky slurred.

By the time Amber cleaned herself up, Becky was asleep on the bed.