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Death Metal can be a hard business. Especially for a homegrown musician like Liquid. She started pretty small, doing basement shows in her neighborhood growing up, high school talent show, things like that. She would eventually find fame in her hometown of Madison, Wisconsin, catching a deal with a small record label. Her electric performance was one to that was slowly becoming a staple, her energy, her rage, she had all the promise and ambition to become a heavy metal superstar.
Upon her first major venue appearance outside her hometown in Florida, Liquid finds herself becoming quite nervous, pacing back and forth backstage, chugging water, sweating. This is the first time she has ever felt genuinely nervous, she knows this is gonna be her biggest performance yet, and could determine her career moving forward. With the time evaporating before her, she jogs out with her electric guitar, and introduces herself. "H-hey everyone!... Um, I'm Liquid." She says awkwardly. She begins her first song, and the crowd is digging it, until suddenly Liquid feels something catch her leg, the cord from her guitar trips her and she falls, breaking her prized electric guitar and her femur. She was only on stage for a couple of minutes, the crowd didn't even get a chance to see her really.. as Liquid get pulled away, she cries.
Recovery has been rough for Liquid, her ability to be energetic has disappeared, her leg injury has made it impossible to jump and dance around the stage like she used to. In her desperation to gain her relevance back after not performing, she tries to change her vocals to be more scream and less poppy. In this effort she ends up straining her voice to the point of injury. Her voice has been reduced to a horse, tone deaf whimper. Rent is approaching, Liquid needs to think of something to do. Her leg and voice injury has made it impossible to find a job in service, she hits a road block. "Well.. I guess I need to go back to Wisconsin.." She says in defeat.
One year later, Liquid no longer plays music, or sings, or does anything remotely creative anymore. She now works at a local burger joint, to make ends meet with rent and bills. She no longer goes by Liquid, instead her birthname, Brenda. Brenda since becoming complacent with her misfortune, has put on some weight, and developed quite a habit of smoking and drinking. Her coworkers have been enabling her to think apathetically about her life. "Well Brenda, you're just gonna have to accept where you are and ride the ride, girl." Her manager says to her, handing her a cigarette. "I had so much potential to be a rockstar. Now it's all gone. Now I'm 50 pounds heavier, and take drive-thru orders all day.. Fuck me." Brenda says as she opens a huge bag of chips and rips a cigarette. "Well it is what it is, Brenda, just be happy with what you have." Her manager says. Brenda's eyes suddenly glaze, She relaxes her posture to a slouch, and lets out a deep sigh. "Oh well. Might as well get comfortable here"
It's now been two more years. Brenda has become one with her unhealthy habits. She hasn't moved from her spot in fast food, and has gained an incredible 200 pounds in two years. Leaving her at a good 432 lbs. Brenda has bottled all of her insecurity and desire to go back to music, and has accepted her fate, to be an obese waste of fat. In fact, she has gotten quite fond of her newly blubbery figure, she likes to go home and strip herself down, orders family packs of tacos, beers, and smokes all night until she passes out. Only to wake up, go to work, and repeat the cycle. You'll be seeing Brenda waddling around indefinitely "Should've given up music a long time ago If I knew life could be this good" Brenda believes now. Life is comfort now, no trials, no tribulations, only being in a buzzed, hungry dopamine loop. Brenda contemplates on this "Hmm, I wonder what 100 more pounds will look like" she says as she very sensually grabs her stomach and jerks herself off. She then proceeds to order two whole pizzas for herself, jiggles her fat drunkenly, with a glazed look in her eye. "I REEALLY wanna get fat, this feels good, being this heavy, helpless, and greedy" She thinks. Bound to her gluttony, stuck in her ways, she waddles her fat ass to the kitchen, plops her ass in front of the fridge, and shovels and gulps everything in sight. 6 pack of beer, half a chocolate cake, leftover burgers, various blocks of cheese, even sticks of salted butter. She can't stop. She won't stop. She is forever a cow.

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Death Metal can be a hard business. Especially for a homegrown musician like Liquid. She started pretty small, doing basement shows in her neighborhood growing up, high school talent show, things like that. She would eventually find fame in her hometown of Madison, Wisconsin, catching a deal with a small record label. Her electric performance was one to that was slowly becoming a staple, her energy, her rage, she had all the promise and ambition to become a heavy metal superstar.
Upon her first major venue appearance outside her hometown in Florida, Liquid finds herself becoming quite nervous, pacing back and forth backstage, chugging water, sweating. This is the first time she has ever felt genuinely nervous, she knows this is gonna be her biggest performance yet, and could determine her career moving forward. With the time evaporating before her, she jogs out with her electric guitar, and introduces herself. "H-hey everyone!... Um, I'm Liquid." She says awkwardly. She begins her first song, and the crowd is digging it, until suddenly Liquid feels something catch her leg, the cord from her guitar trips her and she falls, breaking her prized electric guitar and her femur. She was only on stage for a couple of minutes, the crowd didn't even get a chance to see her really.. as Liquid get pulled away, she cries.
Recovery has been rough for Liquid, her ability to be energetic has disappeared, her leg injury has made it impossible to jump and dance around the stage like she used to. In her desperation to gain her relevance back after not performing, she tries to change her vocals to be more scream and less poppy. In this effort she ends up straining her voice to the point of injury. Her voice has been reduced to a horse, tone deaf whimper. Rent is approaching, Liquid needs to think of something to do. Her leg and voice injury has made it impossible to find a job in service, she hits a road block. "Well.. I guess I need to go back to Wisconsin.." She says in defeat.
One year later, Liquid no longer plays music, or sings, or does anything remotely creative anymore. She now works at a local burger joint, to make ends meet with rent and bills. She no longer goes by Liquid, instead her birthname, Brenda. Brenda since becoming complacent with her misfortune, has put on some weight, and developed quite a habit of smoking and drinking. Her coworkers have been enabling her to think apathetically about her life. "Well Brenda, you're just gonna have to accept where you are and ride the ride, girl." Her manager says to her, handing her a cigarette. "I had so much potential to be a rockstar. Now it's all gone. Now I'm 50 pounds heavier, and take drive-thru orders all day.. Fuck me." Brenda says as she opens a huge bag of chips and rips a cigarette. "Well it is what it is, Brenda, just be happy with what you have." Her manager says. Brenda's eyes suddenly glaze, She relaxes her posture to a slouch, and lets out a deep sigh. "Oh well. Might as well get comfortable here"
It's now been two more years. Brenda has become one with her unhealthy habits. She hasn't moved from her spot in fast food, and has gained an incredible 200 pounds in two years. Leaving her at a good 432 lbs. Brenda has bottled all of her insecurity and desire to go back to music, and has accepted her fate, to be an obese waste of fat. In fact, she has gotten quite fond of her newly blubbery figure, she likes to go home and strip herself down, orders family packs of tacos, beers, and smokes all night until she passes out. Only to wake up, go to work, and repeat the cycle. You'll be seeing Brenda waddling around indefinitely "Should've given up music a long time ago If I knew life could be this good" Brenda believes now. Life is comfort now, no trials, no tribulations, only being in a buzzed, hungry dopamine loop. Brenda contemplates on this "Hmm, I wonder what 100 more pounds will look like" she says as she very sensually grabs her stomach and jerks herself off. She then proceeds to order two whole pizzas for herself, jiggles her fat drunkenly, with a glazed look in her eye. "I REEALLY wanna get fat, this feels good, being this heavy, helpless, and greedy" She thinks. Bound to her gluttony, stuck in her ways, she waddles her fat ass to the kitchen, plops her ass in front of the fridge, and shovels and gulps everything in sight. 6 pack of beer, half a chocolate cake, leftover burgers, various blocks of cheese, even sticks of salted butter. She can't stop. She won't stop. She is forever a cow.