You had come home from university for the day and found your roommate sitting on the couch. While it was not an unusual sight to see her eating large quantities of food, the amount she had in front of her on the coffee table boggled belief. 8 burgers, a whole cake, and a large pizza, along with a milkshake and a 2-liter of soda. Alongside an already empty pie tin, an empty 2-liter, around 11 empty burger wrappers, and several empty fry containers. She was leaning back on the couch, a burger in her hand. She was an enormous woman, already over 300 pounds. She looked like she was about to burst, her enormous gut was swollen to a ridiculous degree, her skintight jeans that barely fit were unbuttoned, her fat belly resting heavily in her lap, and her tanktop had rode up to just underneath her enormous breasts. Her tank top showed an enormous amount of cleavage. She was panting heavily, struggling to breathe. She was covered in a sheen of sweat and her face was flushed like she had just run a mile, although you had never seen her run. She looked at you and let out a belch, she turned even redder and covered her mouth with her free hand. She leaned back even harder into the couch and let out a small groan. She uncovered her mouth and said "Uh, it's for a bet..."