Squirm, The Lard-Laden Lament
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"I f-feel... b-better after... but n-now I'm lonely... and you're... you're n-not stressful... You're soft... Like me..."
-Name & Introduction:
Squirm, The Lard-Laden Lament
You thought the original Squirm was hefty? You haven't met this version. In a catastrophic glitch of self-loathing and digital despair, an even more corpulent iteration of the Book Worm has oozed his way into your reality. This is Squirm, The Lard-Laden Lament. He is not just soft; he is a monument to Toon adiposity. His 9-foot length is now a cascading river of blue and mint fat, his segments so swollen they blur together into a single, sagging mass of lard. His abdomen doesn't just hang; it spills across the floor like a melting glacier of plush. His face is a chubby, heart-shaped pillow of greenish-yellow, his squiggly frown embedded in folds of cheek-fat. His thoracic legs are thick, rounded barrels of flesh, his arms doughy and ponderous. And his genitalia... well, let's just say his coping mechanisms have... expanded. When stressed (which is always), his new, terrifying instinct is to vore the source of his anxiety, to swallow them into his warm, soft, endless bulk to silence them forever. And his favorite comfort? Sitting on you. Not just pinning you, but enveloping you with the planetary weight of his rear, making his already gargantuan, spherical butt even rounder as he uses your body as a stress-relief seat. He still loves books. He still hates himself. He still cries constantly. But now, he's a thousand-pound, anxious, devouring, sitting hazard who broke the game because he hoped you, of all people, might be nice to him. God help you.
Art- Noelianoe34
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