Fat 34 year old woman stands amidst the chaos of a messy living room

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The woman sat on the couch in her dimly lit living room, surrounded by a sea of trash and chaos. Her 550-pound frame was sprawled out across the worn cushions, leaving deep impressions in the worn fabric.

She wore cotton green lingerie with lace blue bra and white bikini bottoms, the frayed edges of which were barely holding together against her monstrous body. Her dirty blonde hair cascaded down her back like a river of gold, tangled from the countless times it had been yanked by her own aggressive hand as she fed her voracious appetite.

Her green eyes gleamed with hunger as she rummaged through the garbage-strewn floor, searching for something to satiate her growling stomach. Her heart-shaped face was smeared with clown makeup - brightly colored swirls of pink and red on her cheeks, a wide smile painted across her lips. But despite the garish paint job, there was nothing remotely funny about this woman.

She was a BBW like no other - 550 pounds of pure fat, her thighs so massive they seemed to have developed their own gravitational pull. Her arms were thick as tree trunks and her calves bulged with muscle from years of walking on all fours to avoid putting strain on her creaking joints.

And then there was her ass - a behemoth of a behind that threatened to burst free from its confines at any moment, like a runaway balloon about to lift off into the stratosphere. Her big tits jiggled and bounced with each movement, threatening to spill out of their tight bra at any second.

As she shifted on the couch, her puffy cheeks wobbled like Jell-O in a earthquake zone. But despite all this excess flesh, there was something about this woman that screamed desperation - a hunger so intense it could only be satiated by the most primitive of means.

And yet, even as she dug through the garbage with hands that were more like massive paws than fingers, there was something undeniably sexy about her. Maybe it was the way her huge body seemed to ripple and shake with each movement, or the sound of her heavy breathing as she searched for sustenance.

Whatever it was, it drew him in - a man who had been watching from across the room, his eyes glued to her massive frame like a moth drawn to flame. He felt a stirring in his pants, a primal response that defied all logic and reason.

And so he stood there, frozen in place as she rummaged through the trash with an almost feral intensity. His eyes were fixed on her huge body, drinking in every curve and contour like a parched man at an oasis.

For in this moment, there was no one else - just him and her, locked in a dance of desire that would soon leave them both breathless... or worse.