A heavily obese woman with a ginger bobcut sits on a dirty indoor sofa amidst trash and food waste

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As she slumped into the worn, stained couch, her ginger hair with red highlights cascading down her back like a fiery waterfall, Lena let out a deep sigh. Her heart-shaped face was smeared with sticky ice cream, and her green eyes narrowed as if daring anyone to come near.

At 29 years old, Lena knew she had given up on the world outside these walls. She'd lost count of how many days it'd been since she last left this cramped apartment, surrounded by the stench of rotting garbage and discarded food wrappers.

Her silk yellow lingerie glistened with sweat, clinging to her DD breasts like a second skin as she shifted uncomfortably beneath the weight of her enormous frame. Her huge fat ass strained against the lacey green bra that seemed to be on its last thread, and her thighs bulged from between the ripped seams of her purple bikini bottom.

Lena's arms hung limp at her sides, her massive, flabby forearms glistening with grease from last night's pizza feast. Every part of her body was coated in a thick layer of tanned, oiled skin that seemed to shimmer like molten lava in the dim light.

As she reached for another napkin to wipe away the ice cream from her face, Lena's gaze fell upon the scattered remains of yesterday's leftovers: crumpled pizza boxes, empty Chinese takeout containers, and a forgotten tub of half-melted gelato. The air was heavy with the stench of rotting food, but it was home.

Lena let out another long sigh, feeling like she'd given up on life itself. What was the point of getting dressed when no one would ever see her? Or even care that she existed?

She lay back against the couch cushions, her puffy cheeks jiggling as she closed her eyes. For a moment, she let herself drift into a dreamless sleep, lulled by the stench of garbage and the soft, slobby sounds of her own snoring.

But as she slumbered on, her body jerked suddenly, causing the couch to creak beneath her weight. Her eyes snapped open to find herself staring at... nothing.

Or rather, something that could've been nothing if it weren't for the faint outline of a hand reaching out from behind the sofa. Lena's heart skipped a beat as she realized she wasn't alone after all.

Whoever – or whatever – was lurking in the shadows was getting closer, their hand stretching further into view... and Lena knew she had to face them head-on. Or at least, as head-on as her massive frame would allow.

She heaved herself upright, sending ice cream flying from her hair onto the dirty floor beneath her. Her eyes fixed on that outstretched hand like a predator stalking its prey...

"Who's there?" Lena growled through gritted teeth, her voice low and menacing – or at least, as menacing as it could be when you're 29 years old, 300 pounds overweight, and covered in ice cream.

The hand hesitated for a moment before slowly withdrawing into the shadows once more. But Lena knew she'd seen something... and whatever that something was, it was getting closer...