"Fat4life" part 62 (Patreon)

Waking up with a head heavier than a lead balloon, Julie's greeted not by the sweet release of oblivion, but by the stark, horrifying reality of Mrs. McCallister's botoxed mug inches from her face, lying right there on the bed like some sort of predatory cougar in heat. The night before—a twisted carnival of beauty parlors, beefcake strippers, and an overabundance of Martinis—replays in her mind like a bad movie on loop.

As Julie's trying to figure out if her mouth's been used as a storage unit for a gym sock, the pieces start falling into place. Her crusade against her own body, once a noble quest, had spiraled into this... this debauched tableau of plastic enhancements and questionable life choices. And there's Mrs. McCallister, hovering over her like some lascivious puppet master, her face so tight from botox injections it's a wonder she can even blink, whispering sweet nothings about the day ahead.

God, was it all just a booze-fueled fever dream? The taste Martini and something like protein suggests otherwise. As the reality sinks in, Julie can't help but wonder if this is rock bottom, or if she's just getting warmed up. One thing's for sure: last night wasn't just real; it was a testament to how far off the rails her 'transformation' had taken her. From anti-bony to fraternizing with strippers and silicone-pumped pervert housewife...