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Your Roomie Bella FaceTimes a friend to check her outfit before going to meet for happy hour, a bit in denial of her recent ballooning weight, a bit convinced it doesn’t matter as long as her tits are big.
Four hours later she stumbles through the door, bloated, stuffed, and staggering. Her lipstick has been worn off by loads of greasy appetizers, and she’s had too much to drink. She pulls her bloated, stuffed gut free from her painted on pants, hiccuping and babbling and playing with her stuffed stomach as she staggers around the kitchen, topping off her binge with a swig from the bottle she left out earlier.
