Hamber, after like 2 years of reduced caloric intake, will finally be at a "normal" weight. However, since she still hasn't engaged her muscles at all, they'll be atrophied to fuck, so she is reduced to a shambling mound of loose skin, grease, lymph fluid, and refuse on the floor because she also still refuses to shower.
Naturally, her core audience of fugly fat bitches would have abandoned her by this point, not having lost a pound due to getting gibs on the taxpayer's dime. Her self bought cameos of 2$ are still getting documented by Nicks Vertical Asshole.
One fateful day, as there is a fire drill, Flabber creeps out of her apartment to the designated area, leaving behind a noxious trail. The other residents, hereunto only vaguely aware of her shoggothian shape, exchange worried glances and hushed "The fuck is that?"s.
Ambergris, undeterred, goes on whatever platform she will be at in the future and starts streaming, her speaking mannerisms having eroded completely as all her previous personalities merge into some unbearable bitchsona. "youh guiisssze, there's totally a szedchuazhion tyhepe deal-uh right now-uh, laik, leeeeduhraleee..."
However, unexpectedly, likely due to a failure at the meteorological insititute caused by some unqualified jeet hire leading to a faulty weather report, powerful winds start blowing in. The general populace is sent staggering at worst, but nothing major.
Amber, deliriously droning on about how this is somehow Necky's fault, doesn't notice as the streams of air flow between her sheets of loose skin, causing them to whip and flutter about. In a miraculous case of the proverbial, now literal, perfect storm, Amber is lifted by the wind, her skin now reminiscent of a parachute. Her legs, marginally less fat, but still veritable dema-nightmares filled with heavy fluid, allow her to keep level as she floats off like a twisted version of Mary Poppins (Mary Flabbins?).
As one could expect, lifting the flesh curtain of her body for the first time in years releases several noxious gases, rapidly dispersed by the winds. All who bear witness to her flabness are exposed to it, causing them to enter a state of delirium, where they are incapable of telling what is real and false.
General chaos erupts in her wake as the storm continues to carry her, more and more people reeling and slipping into a state between conscious and unconscious as their olfaction experiences an assault of indescribable magnitude.
Flabber, finally realizing something is wrong, but too focused on reading chat, simply assures everyone panicking that she is not drunk/taking Delta8 right now. This naturally progresses into a smug self glazing session of how everyone is just jealous of her weight loss 'success'.
The stream, however is cut short, as Amber is blown to bits by fighter jets, sent out to destroy what is assumed to be a new form of bioweapon deployed by an enemy nation.
They investigate afterwards, but cannot find the exact cause of what happened. The chaos and fainting is handwaved as a form of mass hysteria. Journohacks will blame Trump for this somehow. Eventually, people will return to their regular routine, Amber's sycophants finding a new failure to be parasocial with.
Meanwhile here on the farms, while people ruminate on the end of Amber, some asshole somehow revives the old and tired "Is Amber a pedo?" debate, before we all agree that that person is a faggot and move on to focus on other cows.
