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The lounge chair in my hotel room looked luxuriously wide. Surely it was wide enough to accommodate even my expansive posterior. By the time I felt my hips rub against the sides of the armrests it was already too late. The behind my downward momentum was enough that the armrests were able to push my soft supple fat inward. As my body came to an abrupt halt it caused a cascade of waves throughout the thick layer of fat that engulfs me. I sighed and slowly began rubbing my painfully bloated belly. The day had passed by in a blur of calories as slices of cake, hand pies, foot long sandwiches, and chocolate dipped cookies all passed my lips. All washed down with liters upon liters of sweet tea or soda.
I caught myself nodding off in the chair. My body was struggling to digest copious amount of food that I put into it. I knew that I needed to get ready for bed before my body became too tired to move. I placed my flabby arms upon the armrest and applied the necessary that it takes to lift myself. To my shock and horror nothing happened. It would seem that my blubbery backside was firmly stuck within the confines of the chair. I tried not to panic as the realization that I was all alone set in. Frantically I tried to dislodge myself from the chairs grasp. As I jostled my painfully overfull stomach a series of burps erupted forth. The exertion left me panting. As I caught my breath I ponder what to do.
