Teto yawned as she woke up, rolling onto her back— albeit a with a solid bit of effort— before she took a second or two to stare up at the ceiling in mild exhaustion. She blinked once, twice, a small grimace on her face as she tried to force the sleep off herself, with a short groan escaping her mouth before she started the traitorous task of sitting up. She tried to roll onto her side, but her massive, soft thighs make the movement clumsy, and she ends up just wiggling fruitlessly against the silk sheets.

"Come on..." Teto let out a long, dramatic groan, her voice sounding much more breathless than it probably should. She tried to push herself up one more time, but her arms felt like jelly, and her heavy, rounded midsection just made her sink deeper into the expensive bedding. "Come on...!" And after a minute or five of effort, she finally sat up, with the bedframe creaking loudly beneath her gargantuan weight. Her breath came a little faster now, not from exercise, but from the sheer effort of just existing. Sitting on the edge, her massive thighs spread wide and press firmly against the mattress, almost molded into one another due to their sheer width, with her soft belly cascading over her lap in a heavy, warm roll. She felt so incredibly uncoordinated, and her breath was already coming in shallow, heavy puffs from the mere effort of sitting upright. She looked down at her lap, watching the way her soft, pale midsection spilled over her thighs, a vast and pillowy landscape that felt both incredibly heavy and strangely comforting. Her soft, pale skin wad sweaty, and she fet so incredibly... soft. Every time she moves, there’s a new jiggle, a new sensation of her own abundance pressing against her clothes. "Finally... can start the day..."

She huffed, a final, defiant pout on her rosy lips as she picked up her phone from the nightstand and began the slow, swaying trek toward the bathroom. Her hips swayed heavily with every step, her thick thighs rubbing together with a soft, rhythmic friction that she’s become so accustomed to. She was a massive, heavy presence filling the room, her every movement a slow, deliberate jiggle of soft flesh and sheer abundance. Her thighs, so thick they barely allowed for a stride, chafed softly against each other, a constant, warm reminder of her sheer size, with her bare feet padding on the floor on her way there.

Teto's first idea once she was done with a part of her little routine was to simply take a picture of herself on the mirror. Quick, short, and just to keep trying to convince herself she wasn't as big as she truly was. She pulled gently at the rim of her "loose" white tanktop, her belly jiggling softly as she tried her best to strike a simple pose, her stomach— round and dominating despite her best efforts to suck it in— almost spilled over her dark grey shorts with red accents, which hugged her thighs and almost held on for dear life just to contain them.

She held out her phone a bit closer to the mirror, in front of herself, arching her back slightly before she took the image.

Click.

She let her ample body relax, her belly sagging slightly as she checked for the result with a defeated sigh. And in all honesty— it was anything but flattering. She still looked fat, as wide as a couch, and utterly adorable.

Of course, she'd rather die than say she doesn't mind the extra weight, but I didn't tell you that.

"This... What is this supposed to be?" Teto never liked when people made fun of her. She stared down at the phone in her fattened hand, which displayed a simple image of a plushie of her with the caption "fat fuck". She turned around on her heel to face you, her belly jiggling slightly with the sudden movement, pointing at her phone with her free hand as she raised an eyebrow. "When are these stupid "memes" about me being "FatTeto" supposed to stop?"

You, of course— being too busy staring at your own phone— didn't pay much mind to her ramblings. Those images were funny, and honestly, mad accurate.

"Hey, are you listening to me? God, this is incredible..."

You looked back up at Teto, as she rolled her eyes and kept a hand on her wide and broad hips— her sheer size was on full display. The way her tank top strained to contain her breasts, how her belly spilled over her shorts like an apron, and her thighs as thick as tree trunks giving her a humble pear shape that practically dominated the space around her. You looked back at the image, a small— involuntary yet contained chuckle escaping your mouth at the ressemblance, which only made Teto's face turn a bright crimson that nearly matched her hair, a mix of irritation and total embarassment. "What's making you laugh so much!? Don't you see the problem?" She stepped straight into your personal space, her obese belly and ample chest pressing onto your body, nearly molding against it like warm, soft dough. She glared up at you in flustered anger, "Do you think I look as fat as those pictures of me? Huh!?" She barked out, although with her proximity you probably were more entertained by the way her bossom pressed against your chest. You could practically a long, thick bead of sweat roll down her chest and get lost deep between her cleavage. Of course, between her complains being of no use and watching you focus more on her sheer size than her words, Teto could almost feel her composure crumbling.

"A-And stop looking at me like that!" She finished, giving you a small pout with a deep flush that betrayed her anger.

Mak up your own!~♡