Messy was sitting on the floor with a mouthful of food. Her stomach let out loud growls & churns from all the stuff she had eaten prior. After swallowing it all, she lets out a content sigh as she reaches to give her belly a pat. It wobbled like Jell-O, alongside some rippling because of how big both Messy, & her belly were. I love being fat so much. It means I can eat as much as I want without feeling sick, & all this size makes me double as a bed. The only real downside though. Err… She then begins to think to herself, rubbing her belly with her pudgy hands as she thought to herself. Eventually, she says with a shrug: Nah, being fat is the best! I’m basically a large dollop of pure dorky lard! Even if I’m sweaty all the time in the summer.