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It’s a quiet Wednesday afternoon, and the immense weight of the stinking rotund lump bears down on a poor mattress as a frilly pink My Little Pony blanket covers it from its fat feet up to its acne-ridden mongoloid face. Its monstrous snore shakes the ground, which is littered with empty Mountain Dew bottles and all kinds of various dragon dildoes. Suddenly, a loud static noise from a 20 year old alarm clock pierces the ears of the slumbering fatass. Without the slightest sense of urgency, he groans as he takes his time in rolling left and right in an attempt to lift himself off the bed with momentum, as his superfluous body weight keeps him from making a natural exit off the bed. However, the brony is overzealous, and he flips himself off one side of the bed, falling on his back and dropping his adult diaper to his knees.
“Mom!” he shouts, “Mom! I’ve fallen and I can’t get up! Help me please!”
After several agonizing seconds of rolling helplessly on his back and flailing his flabby limbs, his mother, a muscular and toned woman storms into the dark, smelly room to save him. Indeed, his mother works out at the gym regularly in preparation for this occurrence, which happens frequently. Being used to seeing his adult son naked, she is unphased by his filthy microscopic genitals, and with some effort, she is able to pull her son back on his feet and pull his diaper back up around his waist.
“Thanks, mom,” he says before whimpering under his heavy breath.
“No problem, sweetie. I put some Hot Pockets in the microwave for you. Should I go bring them to you?”
The land whale’s mouth salivates at the thought of his regular lunch of two Hot Pocket sandwiches. “Yeah! Yeah! I would love some!”
