BRCM: BLOBS SLOBS MUSES

It has intensified tenfold.

Hiruko’s notorious reputation as an ice queen, an immovable wall of eccentric and rather calculating adipose, never fails to make those around her she’s not particularly affable with mind their tone.

Of course, some do not fear her in the same manner and amidst the sheer bulk hanging off her voluptuous figure, there is a degree of warmth between those she’s close with.

"You bet yer ass I do!" "After a while, those small lil' breakfast sandwiches as good as they are, got a little... Y'know small! So I had to start stackin' those bad boys up like crazy to get not get a headache."

People always talk about things like "Wanting to get their worth at the buffet" or how "There's a deep-rooted science to this y'know! You just have to get [insert weight of food here] this amount and you'll be more than satisfied!" But Rodion laughs at such bickering over small, dumb things as if you really want to know The Method™, it's as simple as this... STEP 1: Go to your local buffet place. STEP 2: Take one of those chairs in the back and pull it up to where the trays of different meals are before taking a seat. STEP 3: Start eating directly out of the trays. It is a buffet after all, so who's to tell you that something like this is illegal? STEP 4: Keeping eating. It really is that simple, y'know? You won't have to worry about trivial matters like if you're getting your fill, or if the amount you got was worth what you paid if you just simply hork down everything in your range!

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK Yes! | Oh god you don’t even know |

up front, i'll say that in a more unrealistic lens i don't love this, namely gas being destructive, but if we're talking about things breaking under the sheer size of someone, we're definitely onto something...

i'm imaging a university girl lumbering out of her dorm room (sideways, of course), huffing and puffing to the common area when her wobbling hip sends a potted plant hurtling to the ground. she leans back in fright from the sound, causing her to take out a piece of wall art with the momentum of her saddlebag arm slamming into it.

why is all of this happening to her today? it couldn't be that her very bored roommate has been slowly rearranging their dorm room to be easy to navigate for someone of her size, replacing her clothes with identical size-ups even to the point of custom-ordering new sizes from online specialty retailers. maybe the girl noticed her clothes seemed different-a stain missing there, a ripped seam gone over here-but maybe she didn't want to notice. if you asked her to guess, she would put her weight at around 300 lbs. Last month, she came in at 550.

where does that leave her now? in the common area, muttering apologies to no one in particular. of course, in this situation her mind wants the path of least resistance, it wants to rest, and so it forces her stubborn legs into a relieved beeline to the dorm's well-loved sofa.

CRAACKKKK....

well, maybe a pile of fabric and splintered wood will suffice for now. she can make apologies later, right now she needs to call her roommate to come help her stand up...in...huff...in a few minutes...

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No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK Yes! | Oh god you don’t even know |