A 22 year old woman with turquoise hair in pink lingerie covered in whipped cream

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She sat in her car, surrounded by the remnants of a binge-eating session. Whipped cream covered her face, crusted on her eyelashes and dripped onto her turquoise hair. Her pink silk lingerie was stained with food grease and sauce, clinging to her generous curves as she slumped against the passenger seat.

Her hazel eyes flashed with anger, but it was tempered by hunger. She rubbed her belly, feeling the stretch of her D-cup breasts and the jiggle of her fat thighs. 350 pounds was just a number; her body was a constant reminder of her struggles with food.

She let out a deep sigh, running her hand through the whipped cream on her hair. Her puffy cheeks were smeared with it, but she didn't care. She looked like a mess, and she felt like one too.

As she shifted in her seat, crumbs from the discarded donuts fell off her lap onto the dirty floor of the car. The air was thick with grease and stale air, filled with garbage and discarded food wrappers. It was just another day of overeating, but at least it had been a satisfying meal.

She sighed again, feeling her stomach growl. She knew she should get out of the car, clean up, and go for a walk or something to burn off some calories. But where was the fun in that? Food was her comfort, her escape from the world outside these four walls.

As she slumped further back into the seat, she felt the weight of her body press against the fabric. She let out another sigh, this one tinged with sadness. Why couldn't she just be normal? Thin and pretty, like everyone else.

But as she looked down at her pink shorts, now stained with ketchup and grease, she smiled to herself. Who needed normal when you could be a fat girl in pink lingerie, eating donuts by the dozen?

She burped loudly, feeling a wave of satisfaction wash over her. Maybe tomorrow would be different. Maybe tomorrow she'd try to eat healthy or something. But for now? Screw it. She was going to enjoy this mess.