CW: farts / gas

And finally we make it to the unfinished final part. The hold of the ship is filled to the brim with unimaginably massive blobs as far as the eye can see. Thousands of em crammed in there producing an unending supply of fuel for the ship to run on, like living bioreactors...

so addicted to the pleasure that comes from being so immense that they physically can't stop shoveling more butter into their mouth with one flabby arm and groping as much of their flab as they can reach with the other, making their churning moobs spurt milk from the sensation

oh to get shoved into a musky pit fat enough to swallow a king sized mattress without a trace and be trapped in a prison of the softest sweatiest most humid blubber until your struggling turns to huffing worship