#cognitohazard

Yeah. Those are the Funny Numbers.

If she wasn't supposed to be stuffing herself full of food while riding a dildo the size of her own adipose ridden thigh, somebody would have stopped her.

But clearly she's supposed to be here, belly taking up half the produce section. All the employees keep bringing her more food. So clearly this is all above-board.

You should help her too, actually. Just the store employees, alone, aren't enough to keep up with her appetite.

In fact, she's probably starving — her gut is only pressing against two of the refrigerators along the back wall.

So much room to grow.

A whole grocery store mostly empty, now, that all the food has gone to her.

You should join the team dragging in that huge hose leaking what has to be more food for her. The team stuffing her lower holes already seems fully manned, for now.

You're not really sure what's gonna happen when she fills up the whole store, but you know full well she definitely needs to.

There's plenty of room for her. All the shelves have been dismantled and dragged out already, having been emptied a while ago. Any food that was left in the back storage is currently being fed into the machine that's pumping her nutrient slurry straight down her throat.

When did you and your team finish installing that hose? Honestly you didn't even notice, before, but you've ended up outside the store.

You do, however, have a lovely view, from out front.

Her gelatinous ass cheeks are slowly rising up the glass, like dough. Her inflammed donut and gushing cunt are pressed firmly against the windows, floor-to-ceiling. Those silicone stuffed holes threaten to crack storefront's glass.

But you know they won't. They will, of course, but not yet.

She will fill every square inch of this building before the structure gives. She's be a living, growing monument to consumerism and greed.

You and everyone else will continue feeding her food from every nearby source. Then the trucks will arrive from other cities. She can't be allowed to go hungry.

She has to eat. She must grow. It's her purpose as a W̐ͧ͊̽̄ͩͦͩ͏͙͍̙͟ơ̡͓̖̈͆͛ḿ̭̻͖̏̃̽̀̚̚ą̝͉͍͉͇ͥ͌̊̈͗͒͟ņ͉͉̐ͩ͗͂͂ͭ͐͜ — to consume and grow, forever is her raison d'être.

And it's your purpose to serve her. It's everyone's purpose. To feed her, please her, stuff her holes. You can't let her be hungry for even a moment. It would just not be right.