This choice: Lana sulks while gorging herself • Go Back...Chapter #7Bad Fat Times by: chaos   Lana Lang drowned her sorrows with ten pounds of chunky monkey as she wondered what she was going to do. She had been stuffing herself all day, finding eating to be the only thing she could do. She had stuffed a dozen hamburgers into her wide, slobbering maw, gulping them down one after another as she tried to fill the empty hole in her soul by filling her belly. The two plates of cookies didn’t help much either. She had gorged herself on cookies by the handful, crumbs getting in-between her chins and stuck all over her top. Checking her cleavage she found half a cookie sticking out between her huge tits and she plucked it up, eating it without a single thought. She was a mess, she had become a total slob and had gone from the stunning young redhead wannabe girlfriend of Superboy into a fat, glutinous blob of a woman.
She had tried to live her life with the weight, tried to woo her hunky boy of steel, but things had gone terribly wrong. Like usual, she got into danger and needing saving, only she had needed saving from a phone booth. She had gotten her half-ton rear stuck in a phone booth and been unable to get out. Her hero showed up and when he tried to pull her out she ended up dragging the whole phone booth with her massive rump. Superboy had been forced to tear the doors apart like the jaws of death. Humiliated, she still tried to flirt with him, but her body betrayed her and out of her had rumbled what sounded like a fog horn, but was much worse. Letting out an enormous fart in front of Superboy, Lana had just given up and ran home. Well, actually she waddled home as fast as she could, her thunderous footsteps shaking the street as she moved.
After the ultimate humiliation in front of Superboy, she decided to get together with someone less super, but still pretty great. Clark Kent was no Superboy, but he would do.
They had gone on one date and it couldn’t have been more of a disaster. They were supposed to meet in the Smallville park at the old bench. But she had been late and ended up rushing there so fast she ended up stumbling and falling on top of Clark when she rived. Almost four hundred pounds of jiggling fat landed on top of Clark, rubbing all over him as she struggled to get up. Still not used to her weight, Lana ended up getting several people to help lift her. She had been lying on top of Clark for so long and he claimed that she hadn’t hurt him, that it had been a little nice feeling her on top of him. She knew he was lying, sure her body was soft, but all that weight on him had to hurt.
At the restaurant she had ordered ten dishes and as soon as they came she finished them off in seconds. She didn’t even use any utensils; she just lifted up the plate, tilted it to the side and let the food fall into her mouth. She hadn’t meant to eat like an animal, but she was just so hungry. She ended up eating her ten plates and Clark’s plate, not even bothering to ask before grabbing hold and stuffing the food into her face. She had decided to leave after noticing all the disgusted looks on the other customer’s faces after she swallowed nearly a whole chicken in one gulp. Clark held the door open for her, but she got stuck in the doorframe. Refusing to get stuck against, she wiggled her fat ass around to get free, unintentionally giving Clark a show of her bouncy booty. When she was finally free her body betrayed her once more by letting out one huge, long fart that was strong enough to send Clark stumbling back by the sheer force of her gas. After that she went home, locking herself up with enough food to feed an army. She’s gone through most of it in the last two days.
“No one could love a fat girl!” She wailed as she brought the rim of the ice cream carton to her mouth and tipped it up. Half melted chunky monkey flowed into her mouth, quickly gulped down as soon as it touched her tongue. It dripped down from her mouth, getting on her chins and breasts, but she didn’t care. It didn’t matter that she was bathing herself in food and acting like a complete slob, she was going to be alone forever.
At that very moment a bright light shone in her living room, getting bigger and brighter until a portal formed a few feet from where the tubby girl was eating. Lana watched with her mouth open in shock as a woman stepped out of the portal. She was wearing a business suit if it was deigned by playboy. Her skirt was so short it barely covered her thighs, making it very easy to see the skimpy pink thing the woman was wearing. Her top was wide open, showing off her cleavage enough that Lana could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. It was like some office skank had decided to appear in her living rom and Lana wanted to know who she was.
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