Frost heaved her lardy behind off the couch with a bit of work. She waddled her way to the door. She had to have a larger door installed a long time ago, since she would constantly get stuck. At first, she was proud her fat body wouldn't fit through the doorway, feeling like she achieved a milestone. However, this eventually became annoying to her, as it made it more difficult to go outside and degrade herself.
Opening the door, Frost was very excited to get started. She decided to make a little entrance. Frost ran as fast as she could, which really looked like a pathetic excuse for a jog. Her entire body bounce she she attempted to have her meaty thighs pushing her belly forward. Plus, with each step, Frost released a very noxious fart. Less than have a second of this resulted in her already feeling tired, as if she ran over 10 miles. People starred at her with their eyebrows raised. Frost looked over to them, smiling. "Sorry... Huff... I forgot that I'm a fatass... Huff... Fatasses can't run..." Frost explained while still catching her breathe. It didn't take long for the scent of her gas and body to reach everyone. People covered their noses, cringed, or backed away in disgust.
"I don't think I introduced myself properly," said Frost. The entire village knew who she was (Even though they all wished they hadn't), yet she seemed to love giving off an introduction. "My name is URRRRRRRP Frost! And I'm the tub of lard who likes to fart, sniff my own ass, and poop myself!" as she said this, the lump accompanying her behind (Which was comprised of feces from recent to even months old) grew larger, signalling that she was indeed crapping herself again. She did this all the time in this town but it was shocking to people that she would even do this to herself.
"Is she soiling herself!?!?!?!?" asked one of the townspeople, who apparently just moved to that neighborhood. People would leave or attempt to barf in disgust at his spectacle. Frost smiled beneath her mask, becoming aroused from what was going on. She was pondering what humiliating act she should do next...
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