Helping this tub of lard actually get to his feet so he can huff and puff his way ten feet to the fridge, pushing aside empty boxes the whole way, and gorge himself even more helpless and out of shape
After a minute or two. It's cute when their legs start to shake and sweat starts to pour simply from the effort of being forced to carry their own weight around, the wobbling, sloshing weight of their own lustful, gluttonous choices - while it was still a choice, and not a desperate addiction.
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