Life was a lot better for KK now. She always had a pink doughnut with her, and she hadn't walked in a month. She ate six meals a day, and was now roughly the shape of a ball. Her father bought her everything she asked for, so she had fourteen private jets and twenty seven limos. And two mansions. But one day, something terrible happened. She was lifted into her carrier as usual, her fat spilling out the sides. She couldn't feel her legs anymore. She ordered them to go into her room, when suddenly they stopped, and KK's mega-doughnut fell out of her mouth. She couldn't fit through the door. "What?! I'm only wearing twenty-nine bracelets, and my hat isn't that big!" she said, making up excuses. Oh well. She lay back on her carrier and ordered doughnuts to be poured into her mouth. It would be a long wait for the door to be renovated.
