>Komi's arms trembled and shook as she strained herself in a meager attempt to rise even an inch off of the bed. Sure, she felt herself lift a little as she pushed the bed hoist to its limit, but that only decompressed the fat she called an ass, still remaining in full contact with the bed. Her chest heaved desperately, sweat pouring down her frame and wafting off in a slight steam as she fought against her mass. Her breaths came out strained and shallow, a vignette of black clawing at the corners of her vision as she tried to keep herself together.
>She couldn't remember it being this hard to get up before, but then when WAS the last time she'd gotten up? Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as she found herself exercising more just trying to STAND than she had done across the entirety of her life. Her indulgence was coming with a heavy consequence, and as she released the hoist and collapsed down onto the bed once more -- chest still heaving violently with every passing second -- she began to resign herself to this new, quite lazy fate...
>Komi wasn't sure when the last time was that she'd done something for herself. How long had it been since her hands became useless digits buried in the flab of her arms? How much time had passed since her legs became so massive and heavy that she could no longer move them at all? Her chest heaved sluggishly, weak pants and gasps replacing deep and confident breaths. Sweat dripped down her body, pooling in her folds and leaving her feeling soaked and exhausted. Her jaw was tired from the ever-constant act of chewing, yet her body craved food.
>Tadano was saying something to her, but it floated into her ear and was shredded by her hunger and exhaustion. She tried to say something vaguely coherent as a reply, only to make a nonsensical groan and belch out some rice. The suggestion to lose weight never reached her conscious mind. Even if it did, such a thing would be impossible anymore. The extent of a workout that Komi can do? Moving her jaw and wiggling her digits fruitlessly.
>More food pressed itself to her lips, and she parted them sluggishly in kind. A dull wheeze was cut off by the act of chewing, and shallow greedy breaths were sucked in with rice whenever she opened her mouth amidst chewing. If her goal was to live without fear of what others thought of her, and to improve her confidence, then in a way, Komi Shouko did exactly that --- but does it really count, when she's so far gone that she can hardly THINK about what others might think?