adopting a morbidly obese puppygirl from the shelter. she was overfed by her last owner and she canβt do much playing with the other puppies, just sits and begs for treats. promising the rescue worker that youβll take her to the vet, put her on a diet, get her to start taking walks, make sure she loses the weight.
as soon as sheβs home the charade is over. she gets as much as she wants of whatever she wants, and usually much more. greasy piles of fast food, tables full of decadent dessert, massive slabs of meat, gallons of sugary drinks. she spends all of her time either sleeping or eating. her belly is always visibly stuffed and bloated, churning to digest the mountains of garbage she has unfettered access to at all times.
you do take her for the walks, though. fat-swollen thighs struggling from the friction of each step, leaning hard on her walker as you pull relentlessly at her leash. she pants and whines and her overfull gut groans, but you half-drag her all the way to the dog park, where the other pups and their owners stare at her in horror. you tell her to go run around with the other doggies as you sit with the owners, telling them her sad story- her last owner overfed her so much, poor thing, and youβre working hard to help her lose the weight, but sheβs so naughty, always breaking into the fridge and gorging on anything in sight. the other owners are sympathetic, praising you for taking on such a challenge.
meanwhile, the other doggies are groping and humping your fat puppygirl, squeezing her breasts and thighs and belly, pressing their teeth into her throat. she lets them, in exchange for their treats.
