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Yawn... The delivery shouldn't be taking this long... Her latest delivery of bread, amounting to more than any person should reasonably consume in a month, let alone a few hours, hadn't shown up yet. Kicking her pudgy waddlestompers impatiently, Breadfucker watched the door like a hawk, hoping her feast arrived any minute now...
It was only after she checked her phone out of boredom that she saw a notification that the order had been delivered. That must be a mistake, right? But the driver did send a photo, and it showed the order right in front of their building. She couldn't believe it! She explicitly wrote in the instructions to bring it into their apartment. Now she'd have to go all the way outside to pick it up — no easy feat at her size.
She almost considered asking her roommate, Butterslut, to grab it for her, but the pinkette gooner was slumped over on the floor, passed out in a food coma surrounded by melting, half-eaten sticks of butter. She couldn't remember the last time either of them traveled more than a few steps at a time... At least they were on the first floor, but their apartment was at the very end of the hallway. But she'd have to brave the trip. How else would she be able to fuel her addiction?
Being careful not to trip over the sleeping butterball, Breadfucker made her way out the door, but even that was enough to send her into a fit of wheezing. Her body was signaling that it needed rest, but every second that she was away from her bread was more unbearable than the last. Gripping at the flab near her heart to somewhat soothe the overworked organ, each plodding step only sent further waves of pain through her chest and her strained legs. But the sensation wasn't all that unpleasant to the obese degenerate. In fact, her gock was totally erect, sending waves of excitement through her body as her flab rubbed against it with each jostle. Those gasps weren't just from the discomfort throughout her failing body, but also from the sheer pleasure she was experiencing at the moment.
Barely mustering the strength to pull the door open, Breadfucker involuntarily moaned at the sight of the myriad of loaves she'd worked so hard to get to. She didn't even think to bring it all back inside, she wanted it NOW. Parking her hefty ass on the sidewalk like an urban beached whale, Breadfucker got to greedily devouring loaf after loaf like it was her last day on earth, a frenzied look in her half-lidded eyes as she finally got to indulge in more of her favorite food. Completely blinded to any other stimuli, she wasn't aware of all the stares the half-ton blob was receiving, too lost in orgasmic bliss~
