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    Fat Woman Jumpscare!

    Fat Woman Jumpscare!

    Speaking of stuffing yourself into a worksuit... Vanessa has to work really hard to protect her tampered mind. Her chair has to work much harder to protect her fattened ass!

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    This story artwork was suggested and voted for by previous Patreons! Thank you very much for your chubby suggestions, and follow this link if you'd like to revisit the story this art is paired with!
    FNAF: Obesity Breached     There is a child that lives in my mind.
    I can’t feel her there, but I know that she is. I can almost here her laughing, a bright high-pitched giggle that sounds so strange, because it’s my voice. My legs, my arms, my articulation, my song.
    But my body is mine.
    My name is Vanessa, and my shirt doesn’t fit.
    Vanessa staired at the bright white background of her word document, trying but unable to think of the next line to write. Her breathing was slow, already strained, but through the aching, the young blonde woman felt something so much better.
    Control.
    The beauty of life, brought on through pain.
    She moved, sitting back in her seat, and felt the pressure lift ever so slightly, then made worse when she lowered her hand and dug her long nails into the flesh t

    Follow Rtil’s post for more wonderful cuties! He’s been doing animations for Patreon lately, and they’re very lovely!!
    www.patreon.com/rtil
    twitter.com/rtil?s=21&t=W9…

Description

    Fat Woman Jumpscare!

    Fat Woman Jumpscare!

    Speaking of stuffing yourself into a worksuit... Vanessa has to work really hard to protect her tampered mind. Her chair has to work much harder to protect her fattened ass!

************************************************
    This story artwork was suggested and voted for by previous Patreons! Thank you very much for your chubby suggestions, and follow this link if you'd like to revisit the story this art is paired with!
    FNAF: Obesity Breached     There is a child that lives in my mind.
    I can’t feel her there, but I know that she is. I can almost here her laughing, a bright high-pitched giggle that sounds so strange, because it’s my voice. My legs, my arms, my articulation, my song.
    But my body is mine.
    My name is Vanessa, and my shirt doesn’t fit.
    Vanessa staired at the bright white background of her word document, trying but unable to think of the next line to write. Her breathing was slow, already strained, but through the aching, the young blonde woman felt something so much better.
    Control.
    The beauty of life, brought on through pain.
    She moved, sitting back in her seat, and felt the pressure lift ever so slightly, then made worse when she lowered her hand and dug her long nails into the flesh t

    Follow Rtil’s post for more wonderful cuties! He’s been doing animations for Patreon lately, and they’re very lovely!!
    www.patreon.com/rtil
    twitter.com/rtil?s=21&t=W9…