AmberLynn Reid fanfic thread

i made an attempt

One day youre zapping away on your tv and you're coming across TLC, and right there you see a lady trying to haul her 100+ lb legs off the bed. you can hear it panting and groaning while it struggles to stand.
it tells us that its legs hurt so bad that she needs to wait 10 minutes till she can stand. while it waits it grabs a bag of its favourite meal, Walmart sushi, drenched in mayo.
while you watch in morbid fascination,
her caretaker comes in waddling to clean up the moderation queen.
it tries to haul up its gut to give room for the caretaker but soon abandons it for it is too heavy while the caretaker pukes in the distance- after the break we will see more of Big ALs morning.



please go easy on me
 
Nom, nom. Nom, nom.

I fill all my dinner in the bathtub (thats my bowl)
Then I go to wal-mart, that's muh club
Watching freaky people gettin their shoppin on
It doesn't make me nervous
In my motor scooter if anything I'm restless
Need some food
Get chauffeured home I got the munchies
Dustin, hold my hair bow gorl
Binge on all my twinkies
Throw up from binging and then I go to sleep
And I spent all my money on chokers
Full and kind of lonely , I wish I was a smoker (I'd be thinner)

You've gone and I gotta stay FULL all the time
All the time to keep you off my mind
nom, nom. nom, nom. nom, nom.
Full all the time, to keep you off my mind
nom, nom. nom, nom. nom. nom.
Spend my days locked on You Tube
Trying to shade you and forget you all the same
I slide back down
I gotta stay full, al the time
To forgot Im dependant on you
nom, nom. nom, nom. nom, nom.


 
Nekid with no phone.
Someone creative should use that for a "Tales of Amber" story line.
Start a bonfire and break out the s'mores

Her screeeeeing would wake the dead.

Took it upon myself, sorry it's so long and rushed!

I sighed in discontent, making somewhat of a show of it, but the sound was lost under the nasally singing sensations of Rafe's wife. I think her name was Hannah? I had been in the back seat for a good 30 minutes, and was tugging on the bungee chords securing my seat belt in place. The discomfort was making the repetitive southern drawel resonating through the car all the more insufferable. "No one had to put up with this seat belt nonsense back in the day, gorl!" Came the brilliant voice in her mind.
I glared at Rafe, her perky demeanor genuinely enjoying the sounds gurgling from her wife, and stroking her meaty fingers over the red faced woman's sausagey appendages which lay on the center console. "Gorl, that's your attention they're using!" Came the familiar voice of comfort and reason. I knew I was the center of the universe, but to have a moment of my time shared was more uncomfortable than the bungee chords digging into my fupa.
"Are we almost at Texas Roadhouse yet?" I whined delicately, my dainty pleads sending the nauseating country song to an abrupt halt, and Rafe's other half glared at me through the rear view mirror. "Gorl, she's just jealous your petite angel voice is better than her singing." I had to agree with my inner voice, and decided to not put much thought into the side ways glance.
"Almost!" Rafe promised, her snaggle-tooth beaming at me from behind her perky grin.
The sun was going down, and I looked at the clock on my phone. We had been driving for almost 30 minutes. I sighed and desperately stroked the lining of my old kitty lunch box for crumbs of wheat thins. I had only packed myself a few carrots, some hummus, wheat thins, green olives, tuna and left over rice for the trip. I had already gone through the entire thing. I glared at Hannah through bulging slits of fat crowding my eyes. The greedy disaster asked for one of my olives, and to try my pine nut hummus. Wanting to stay in their good graces for potential leech material I begrudgingly complied.
I sighed at the deprivation my body was now experiencing, I closed my eyes and dreamed of fried pickles and the seasoned rice and steak I was going to get at Texas Roadhouse. I opened them and longingly looked out the window, watching the vultures pick at the roadkill on the highway, 'it looked like a deer demolished by a monster truck in the night life' I thought poetically.
My stomach growled as I wondered what the deer and turkey vultures tasted like. "How much longerrrrr?" I asked again. It was beginning to get dark. The vehicle slowed as we pulled into a familiar shed. I felt confused.
"We're here," Rafe smirked.
My stomach sank, I felt more confused than I was about the geographic location of Poconos.
"Like wha-- Where are we?" I tried, and searched their faces. Thinking maybe for a second this was a joke.
"We're here." Hannah said slowly, her voice a low melodic husk.
"You guys said we were going to Texas Roadhouse?" I gawked incredulously.
"We had something better in mind." Rafe explained.
My jaw dropped.
"NO!" I screeched loudly. "NO, RAFE! This is NOT okay! Gorl, for real, this isn't even fucking funny! Sorry to swear, that's not the kind of person I am!" I said rambling desperately, "But this is ridic, for real, you said we were going to eat. This is not something you can lie about we're not talking about piddly little scale numbers that you're embellishing. This isn't what you're eating or rape. You said we were going to Texas Roadhouse and that is NOT something you can lie about!" I said tears of rage forming in the corners of my eyes at the severity of their betrayal.
Rafe sighed, and I saw a twinge of guilt sparkle behind her eyes. "Look, Amberlynn. Hannah and I have been watching you for a while and... well--" Her eyes diverted from mine and they searched the ground as if looking for an explanation, but Hannah didn't have the patience.
She whipped a gun out at me "We watched you for months! My mama has been dying, we hardly make any money, do you know what SSI gives you for anxiety and back problems?!" Hannah sang-screeched in a catchy repetitive tune. I lamely shook my head, my necks rippling under the force of the movement.
"NOT ENOUGH! We're rotting here watching my mama die, times are hard for us! We had to eat a peacock last month! But Rafe was a loyal subscriber! She watched you for years. Going to Chili's, drinking fancy water, buying chokers and matching earrings. We need your choker fund, Amberlynn! Or my mama will die!" Hannah sang-screamed desperately, her flabby thumb pulling back the hair-trigger in a sickening click. I gulped.
"Gorl, forreal, get a grip like woah!" I started to reason, Hannah's entire face pulled itself in a beefy red menacing steak that made me hungry for the Texas Roadhouse I wouldn't get and pointed her gun at me, steadfast.
"Guys! I hardly make any ad revenue. Do you have any idea how hard I try to keep my subscribers happy? Nothing I do is ever enough for them! Please! All I have to my name are my chokers, twinkie, like literal twinkies, some elf makeup, perfumes, and my phones! I'm totally broke! Why do you think I was buddying up with you guys? Y'all had a house and liked me! Like lezzbe honest." I said, which was probably the most honest thing I've ever spouted in my life, almost.
"That's not all, Amberlynn." Rafe supplied darkly.
"What?" I asked desperately. My stomach sank I tried not to show it, but I was starting to worry they probably knew I was being caught in another lie.
"Give it to us." Hannah whispered darkly.
"You can't possibly mean..." I started, still hesitant in case my hunch was wrong.
Rafe sighed, and looked me dead in the eye. "Give us your bra, Amber."
I gasped and lifted my arms up and tried my best to cover my most prized possession, my arms stopped desperately clenching about a foot away from my cleavage. "Anything but that, how could you have known!"
"Oh, come on, Amber!" Hannah vocalized, her voice almost breaking from song, and impatience making a deathly slow beat I would have gotten down to if the situation wasn't so like-whaa? Forreal!
"We've been watching you guard your precious bra for years now, and have meticulously deciphered the one reason it is so treasured and always on your person must not be the filthy garment but the contents it contains." Hannah sang. My jaw dropped how could I have been so careless?!
"GIVE IT TO US AMBER!" Hannah screamed again, shoving the gun into my face. I cried and began to hesitantly strip off my trendy kimono and tank top. "FASTER!" Hannah prodded singing in a death metal voice now.
I sobbed as I unhooked the metal clasp and threw the disgusting raggedy piece of fabric at my traitors.
Rafe ran to the garment and huffed from the feat of jogging at an elderly pace for 2 minutes, limping with her shin splits back to her wife who took the bra from her hands.
She easily ripped the worn fabric of the bra and slipped out of the cups of my most prized possession.
Years ago when I first obtained my bra in high school, I had a class trip to a coal mine. It was a stretch, but I supposed it was all the teachers could think of. And after a few pieces accidentally lodged into my bra, the years of heat and stress from my dainty rolls formed several diamonds lining the interior I decided to guard them for years. I was saving the diamonds for DIY chokers and a story time video. I cried as I thought of my loss.
Hannah and Rafe, huffed back into their car after confiscating my phone, leaving me alone and braless on the dirt. And I cried there for almost an hour before getting hungry and deciding to find food. I waddled along the dark dirt roads of Kentucky like maggots on a train and sniffled at the loss of my treasure until a familiar car pulled up beside me.
The driver rolled down her window, "destiny?" I whispered. She rolled her eyes and Dana begrudgingly opened the back door and handed me a bungee chord. "Get in we're going to Wal-Mart." Destiny said curtly. I sighed in relief "Thank GAWD!" I said as I poured myself lard first into the vehicle.
"Can we go to McDonalds? I haven't ee-uhn all day." I said closing the door.

*edited for my atrocious spelling and grammar being lazier than hamber
 
Last edited:
I wanted to post mine in one go, but since it's getting a bit long and I haven't finished yet, I'll be breaking this up into small parts. I followed the spirit of @FatFuckingClown 's lovely comics and changed their names, because I can.

Anyway.

I present to you all:

THE REVENGE OF HAMHOCK CANKLE: PART ONE: IS IT HEARTBREAK, OR IS IT HEART DISEASE?

“How could you do this to me?!” Hamhock Cankle shrieked, spittle flying from her gaping maw. “I was your errythaaaaang!”

It took a few moments before her now-ex-girlfriend, Dalton Spedderson, answered. Suspiciously enough, Hamhock thought that she heard a muted beep nearby. It was probably nothing.

“Aw, Hamhock,” Dalton said, "if only you'd meet her. Then you'd understand! She's hot! She's caring! She's got a rack on her back...uuuuuhnnnfffffffgh.” That very thought made the cross-eyed creature reach into her pocket and pull out a large portrait to give it a wet, perverse lick. She continued to sweep her tongue over the glass smeared with dried saliva; the picture frame had been through several instances of abuse. Inside of the cloudy glass, was the image of an unfortunate-looking goblin of a girl. Her scalp was covered by a blonde mop, and she was stuffing a whole triple-decker cheeseburger into her mouth. The name “Svetlana” was signed on the corner in neon-pink marker.

“She's SO ugly, gorl!” Hamhock cried. Her eyes were puffy with tears, which made her round face look like a red beach ball. “My one-eyed fish factory ain't good enough for you?”

Her insults fell flat on Dalton, who was more than happy to continue licking.

Hamhock knew that she had been nothing but a model girlfriend. She lavished her with useless gifts, and dressed her like the twelve-year-old wasteoid princess she was. She even had the honor of being Hamhock's personal crack-wiper. Her pig-like eyes narrowed. Wait a minute. If she could make Dalton, then she could break her.

“Say, Dalton?” She asked sweetly, batting her spidery eyelashes. “I need to go to Floormart to get food for a mookbawng. Will you drive me?”

There was an uncomfortably long silence as Dalton stopped her licking. Another beep. This was getting weird.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” She said, grabbing her keys.

It didn't take long for Dalton's pants to give out and fall down into a ring around her ankles. Her ratty, cartoon-print underwear barely covered her large behind, and exposed the gaping line. The unfortunate creature tripped over herself at the door-frame, sprawled between carpet and sidewalk like an ugly roadbump.

Hamhock grinned happily as she waddled out. Her elephantine legs could barely hover over Dalton, so she found that her floor-ridden ex made a good stepstool, albeit she almost lost her balance. Now, for phase two.

~*~* To be continued in part two: Operation Prism Drop! ~*~*~


 
Dear Diary,

There was this fat bitch named Amberlynn who was really fat unlike me who is skinny. One day she died of diabetes because she is fat and then Chad took me home and railed me because I am skinny and pretty unlike that dead fat bitch Amberlynn.

The End.
 
Amberlynn stared at @tamarlover with abject adoration, finally the joy that had eluded her had come and had settled upon her.

"You mean, you...love me....for me?" She whispered as the evening breeze enveloped them. The setting sun created a tableau she would remember for the rest of her life: a sublime transcendence of space and time into one moment of bliss.

Andrew stared into the distance, the countryside in the evening looked tranquil, resembling a veil of delicate purple. His curly locks glistened in the fading light as he turned to look at her, sensually, in her tear-filled eyes.

"Amberlynn, I chased after a woman once, she rejected me and I lied to myself about who I was and what I needed. But I found that she was a fallen woman. When I met you..."

His voice trailed off. She saw that he was holding back tears.
"When I met you I realised that you were the true woman, the ideal, my Beatrice. I've hidden my love from you but I can't hide my desire anymore."

"Then don't hide and come in to the light." she said through tears of sheer joy.

He took her hand & it was a fleshly consummation. Finally she was redeemed. Finally she was free. Finally she was loved. :feels:
 
Last edited:
I refuse to be in a relationship with any woman who is substantially overweight unless I am duped into the marriage before I find out she is overweight.

I believe being overweight is a grotesque sin for the most part, and something which disgusts me. But it sounds nice as a fiction.
 
I refuse to be in a relationship with any woman who is substantially overweight unless I am duped into the marriage before I find out she is overweight.

I believe being overweight is a grotesque sin for the most part, and something which disgusts me. But it sounds nice as a fiction.
It's no fiction, Andrew, I promise you that it will soon be fact. You'll get over your shallow callous focus on looks and discover the angel inside Amberlynn's corpulent frame. She will envelope you in her bloated rolls of love and you will submit to her.
You know it's true. :feels:
 
It's no fiction, Andrew, I promise you that it will soon be fact. You'll get over your shallow callous focus on looks and discover the angel inside Amberlynn's corpulent frame. She will envelope you in her bloated rolls of love and you will submit to her.
You know it's true. :feels:

If I become a millionaire, I could probably get almost any woman I wanted. I mean obviously not any woman, but I could get thousands of women to marry me just at the sight of my money if i ever have a lot in the future
 
  • Feels
Reactions: Begemot
If I become a millionaire, I could probably get almost any woman I wanted. I mean obviously not any woman, but I could get thousands of women to marry me just at the sight of my money if i ever have a lot in the future
None of them will possess Amberlynn's gentle heart.
 
  • Feels
Reactions: Whatthefuck
Amber sat looking out the window, waiting, waiting for Dustin to come back to her. “What is you doin’?” A low and grating voice asked, breaking Amber from her thoughts. It was Becky, she stood in the doorway to the kitchen. “Oh nothing.” Amber replied sharply. “Whys you got to be like this?” Said Becky. “Baeeby it’s fine.” Amber said with a forced smile. “Don’t stir da pot!” Necky said, a scowl appearing on her face. “I’m naht it’s just these anti depressants.” Becky turned and left the room with an audible “ugh”. Amber hadn’t noticed the hostility. She was too busy watching the trees lulling in the wind. Daydreaming about a lost love.
 
  • Feels
Reactions: DontTellMeHowToPlay
Here's my shitty fanfic of BigAl if anyone's interested hope y'all enjoy
Part One
The click of the camera turning off caused Amberlynn to smirk. A familiar rumbling of her expanded gut with the craving of the orange chicken in which was her first love. Her greasy locks of dull brown hair was loosely tied in her infamous turd bun bounced as she got off of her bed, her Dr. Eggman shaped body sway as she waddles over to her newest money maker and girlfriend, Becky.

Becky's boyish form shivered submissively as if she was a kicked puppy. "Becky, get me some orange chicken, now!" The person or the monster that's in the form of her girlfriend demanded, grabbing onto the cotton fabric of Becky's Deadpool tee shirt. "Amber, you said you're going to change your diet." Becky stammered, the binge monster fully took her girlfriend over.

"GET ME THE FUCKING ORANGE CHICKEN NOW!" The demonic voice of what was once Amberlynn growled, roughly pushing Becky to the ground. Twinkie's obese form cowered under the mattress with the fear of God through the chihuahua's body. The entire house shook from the binge monster's stomping, causing a plethora of journals and Mrs. Dash seasonings to fall onto the floor.

To be continued...
 
Back