i'm a goofy goober rock

>be me, tangle's lovely neurodivergent lesbian girlfriend
>in Mcdonalds for the care bears toy promotion
>get tangle to order me 10 Happy Meals
>she looks at the ground and sheepishly says "But whisper, you're getting a little heavy. Maybe you should only have 6 Happy Meals."
>stand on her feet and refuse to move until she complies with my order
>she cannot move and almost falls as she tries to pull her feet out from under mine
>the lemur bitch begins to cry as she realizes I have trapped her, checkmate whore
>tangle quietly agrees that big girls need ten Happy Meals and she goes to pay for the food
>while she is ordering I get on my hands and knees, she hands the packages of food to me
>I grab the bags with my mouth and begin walking on all fours to the play area
>I slowly crawl up the slide, barely fitting whilst letting out enormous amounts of gas
>once I'm inside the main play area my flatulence has become to over powering that it even brought a tear to my eye
>the children playing inside begin to run out, complaining of the putrid smell
>I yell "uuuu patriarchal heteronormative fascism has infected the youth uuu"
>I sit in the center of the play gym and begin to have a picnic with my happy meals
>I give each care bear a bit of cheeseburger
>I'm setting up an awesome play story with my bears when that cunt tangle and the mcdonalds manager come into the play area
>"Ma'am we have been getting complaints about an adult in the play area. You must be under 8 years old to use it."
>tell him to fuck off
>mcdonalds employees begin entering the play structure
>push my back against the wall and start kicking them as they come towards me
>all of the weight of the invasion plus my 300lb-self breaks the play structure
>I fall through to the ball pit, the entire structure collapses
>as the customers try to save a boy trapped under the structure, we escape
>tangle begins crying in the van
>make her stop at Dairy Queen for dessert

>be me, tangle's 200 month old baby girl
>have a hankering for some pound cake
>waddle downstairs and find tangle in her natural habitat, the kitchen
>"uuuu I NEED CAKEY IN MY BELLY! OR ELSE ILL BE A SKELLY!"
>tangle looks at the GGP chart
"Ooh, sorry, honey! You don't have enough GGPs for cakeys! You spent them all to go to Popeyes!"
>"B-B-B-B-buh tangle...uu...cakeys...uuu good girl need her foodie..."
"When you earn enough GGPs, you can get some cakeys. How about a bowl of cereal?"
>start crying and pooping my diapie simultaneously
>"UUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU"
>i need my cakeys to survive, but how would i get them??
>idea.png
>remember what old stepdaddy clutch did to tangle when she wouldnt wrestle with him in her bedroom
>"GIVE ME CAKEYS WITH NO SASS, OR BIG GIRL WILL BEAT YOUR ASS!"
"Whisper, that is no way to speak to your--"
>grab stupid whore tangle by her hair and slam her face violently into the fridge
>slam it again and again
"CAKEYS REEEEE CAKEYS REEEEE CAKEYS REEEE!!"
>tangle's face is covered in ketchup and she's begging me to stop
>push her to the ground and take off my unwashed jammies
>lower my big girl booty right over her face
>concentrate with the fury of the gods
>a meteor shower of rancid shit blasts from my butt
>tangle's choking on my chocolate sauce
>when the last of my poop drips out, i decide to try again
"tangle? can good girl have cakeys??"
>tangle wises up and crawls to the bathroom to wipe my shit off her face
>she quietly sobs as she makes me my meal