She’s made of dips and valleys and crevices her stomach bloated and soft like an overripe pear her thighs sag weighed down with her guilt and loathing so fat so fat so fat if only she could slice hers...
So this is another one of my older works that I had stored away. I've just been recently going through and posting them up. I've been slightly busy recently to write. Anyways, hope you felt something ...