If you were being honest with yourself, you weren't exactly in a great place in your life. Your job sucked, your love life was barren, and your social life wasn't much better. Unsurprisingly, this had led you to the dark corners of the internet, and developing friendships with some serious oddballs.*

One of these people, Azazel844, had become someone you talked to on a regular basis. Having found her on a niche doomer meme server, the deer girl managed to somehow have a more pessimistic outlook than you did, despite nominally having a higher quality of life. Still, even if she was a shut-in NEET receiving a monthly stipend from her family, and living in an apartment who's rent alone would bankrupt you, the two of you got along well enough to start playing games regularly with each other, though there were no indications of her wanting to take the friendship offline, not yet at least.

As you accept her discord call, hoping to play the most recent rage-game slop she had bought, you notice that Azazel had apparently fatfingered the call, turning on her webcam. Clicking on the feed reveals easily one of the fattest women you had ever seen in your life. Her girth completely filled the room from wall to wall, leaving not an inch of the floor visible. Her titanic stomach filled at least 2/3rds of the room, the mass of white furry flesh wobbling as she adjusted herself. Her ass and thighs filled the rest of it. Her rear was pressed firmly against the back wall, and even if she could muster the strength to move her titanic legs, the sheer volume of flesh would have made walking impossible on their own. Her breasts were the size of bean-bag chairs, her neck had vanished beneath a mass of fat rolls, and her arms appeared almost vestigial. It was a wonder she could type at all. She pulled a tube from her mouth, a tan-ish liquid dribbling out of it, before unmuting her mic. Sorry about the wait, stupid fucking delivery guy couldn't do his job... God it's fucking hot today. You ready to start?