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Wow. She looks genuinely chubby in these pictures. It’s undeniable. I think the idea of her being close to 180 which would by bmi make her officially obese is a stretch. But I think saying she’s 150-160 which makes her officially overweight is accurate.

The best part of this is where she goes to suck in her gut and it barely goes anywhere.

That video cuts away just before the money short of the whole movie. Though I will say that she is hot throughout and remains smoking in leather pants soon after this scene.

Mean Girls Update: Renee Rapp is thick throughout. The weight gain storyline is still there, but there’s less obvious scenes focusing on it (like the dress scene and her eating while on the phone in the original). There’s talk about her weight, she complains about her Christmas outfit being tight and the dance gets messed up because she’s too heavily to lift and gets dropped. A great yet frustrating moment is when she’s dropped and everyone is making fun of her. It’s heavily implied that her skirt is flipped up and everyone is making fun of the size of her butt, but they never actually show it. It’s obscured by people’s heads. The money shot is the sweatpants scene. They purposefully keep the shots above the waist and close for a lot of it so you get a sense that she’s gained weight but don’t see how bad. Then there’s an incredible shot when she walks away. Again, the best part is that Renee Rapp is super curvy throughout.

YouTube has this feature where when you scroll, you can see a preview image of what you’re scrolling to. Do some work on your own, my dude. She gets cursed early on and is cursed for most of the movie. There are a multitude of scenes. She wears multiple outfits. She works out on a bike multiple times and even goes to a doctor about weight loss. Time stamps? You’ve already got the material right in front of you. You need to borrow a hand too?

Absolutely fantastic. I’d love to see more of this, more scenes showing Kim being continuously taunted and humiliated as she grows into even more of a fat slob.

It fits fine. Some people are just rude.

I was at that show. I can attest, this is true. Blew my mind.

Yes. I’d love to see her back in the gym and getting teased.

This is a really nice read. I’m very much enjoying it. It sounds like she may have gained enough weight to jump up the vaccine list because her BMI makes her weight gain an underlying health condition. How embarrassing that would be to have to admit that to the world. But is it worth it to jump in line for the vaccine?

This is absolutely fantastic.

This is an astoundingly good story.

This is quality content right here.

Months later, the start of summer: Daphne groaned loudly as she attempted to peel her hefty body off of her creaking bed. It was no easy attempt as her globular belly bunched its self up and defiantly used all of its considerable weight to keep her down. It was aided in this effort by Daphne’s weighty chest. The massive mounds of flesh, mercifully free from the confines are her heavily wired bra, swung themselves wildly with every movement she attempted to make. Her nipples pressed and rubbed against the cheap fabric of her food stained nightshirt. The tremendous weight holding down her front half wasn’t the only thing causing Daphne to struggle with the simple act of getting out of bed. It was counterweighted by the girth of her flabby ass cheeks that had dug themselves a lovely divet in Daphne’s bed and were now refusing to leave it. Their greatest allies were the mighty thunder thighs whose flesh had the same consistently of poor quality memory foam, and their weight also kept her melded with her mattress. Eventually, Daphne managed to get herself onto her side, and the titanic shifting of her center of gravity as her breasts and belly sloshed and flopped over gave her the momentum she need to get to her feet. The sweat stained sheets made a sound like the pulling off a particularly sticky bandaid as her ass pulled itself free. As he butt cheeks lifted off the bed, they parted a let loose a loud fart that echoed in Daphne’s filthy room. This caused Daphne to wince, and her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment even though she was completely alone as she let out a series of several smaller toots. The fact that Daphne had become so gassy was one of the worst things about gaining all of this weight to her, and even thought she had been dealing with her gastrointestinal issues for months now, she had never really gotten used to it, and every time she led rip, it brought about a new bout of self hatred. Daphne’s fat feet kicked away several crumpled up food wrappers that had landed at the side of her bed, and pulled off a piece of her bed sheet that was still stuck to one of her meaty sweaty love handles. Then, she pushed herself up with one final grunt and stumbled as her belly and breasts wanted to keep surging forward. She steadied herself and then began to waddle (a fairly recent development to her gait) over toward the mirror. She would have preferred to lounge around all day in her night shirt, but she knew that would illicit even more unkind stares and words than they were already inclined to give. So she began her daily ritual of self-deprecation and began to undress and inspect herself in the mirror so that she could remind herself what months of her unchecked gluttony had turned her into. Daphne looked down at her hands and was amazed for a moment at just how much fatter they too had become. She remembered how delicate her hands used to be and looked over at her dresser where a jewelry box full of rings and bracelets that would never fit again was collecting cobwebs. With a heavy sigh she turned back to the mirror. The night shirt, which was white with bright red vertical candy stripes, was a joke on her and made her look like a circus fat lady purposefully dressed for the amusement of a gawking audience, but the only person taking in the show was her, and instead of amusement she was filled with a deep self-loathing the boiled up from a cold and heavy pit in the center of her blubbery belly. That blubbery belly was the main reason her night shirt looked so incredibly overstuffed. Her globular gut was now so large in the night shirt that it caused the fabric to separate and, even when she was standing, pockets of belly fat squeezed out between the strained buttons. The shirt also rode up over the lower part of her belly as well as her thick love handles which gave her a large comical muffin top and her bedsheets something to cling to during hot summer nights. The sides of her night shirt had in fact gotten several holes in it which allowed even more of her love handles to peek out and some holes by her armpits caused by struggling to fit her fat arms into the sleeves. The pull of the shirt and the sag of her breasts without a bra even caused her bloated bosom to appear far smaller than it was. The truth is that the night shirt should have been thrown out long ago. Not only was it ill fitting and full of holes, but it was also thoroughly soiled by a myriad of food stains. There was ketchup and mustard, chocolate and marinara sauce. There we stains from chili and grease from pizza. The night shirt was a canvas dedicated to displaying her evening gorging sessions, and the should have gotten rid of it, but her tyrant of a mother- full of disappointment in her dumpy deadbeat dropout daughter- insisted that she keep the night shirt for as long as possible as a testament to her downfall and another torture in a misguided attempt to inspire Daphne to get back into shape. At the idea of getting back into shape, Daphne let rip another tremendous fart that sent chills up her spine and caused her body to jiggle. This latest bit of quivering was the final straw and the button button of her night shirt popped off and ricocheted off the mirror. It was an exclamation point on the notion that her cheerleader body was a thing of the past. It was gone for good. Daphne knew she was never going to be thin again. She was no athlete. She was fat now and would be fat forever. The only inevitable change in front of her was that she would just keep getting fatter. A tear rolled down Daphne’s acne spotted cheek as she shook her head and used her sausage fingers to begin undoing what was left of the buttons on her night shirt. As she did so she could feel, what pressure there was against her sweaty ** belly release and the top of her fattened form was fully freed from its confines. The exposure to the air caused a chill to run across her sweaty gut and made the bright red nipples on her sagging breasts point straight out. It was time for a proper inspection and further reflection.