You step into your apartment and call to your girlfriend Brooke after another trip to the gym. You've finally managed to get your weight down after more than a year. You tell her how it went and she responds back while chewing through a burger. That's- UURP! That's awesome! Great job sticking with it! It's hard to believe that Brooke was the one who helped you shed pounds in her current state. Her massive breasts strained her sweaty tank-top as they rested atop her even more massive belly. Her globular gut spilled out between her legs to the point that she couldn't even see her own feet. She wore an ill-fitting pair of black shorts, tightly hugging her meaty hips and massive backside. Ketchup and mustard stains covered her breasts and her third chin, her neck concealed by fat rolls. Her billowing arms jiggled with each movement as she fished through the bag for more morsels to stuff into her greedy maw. Her black hair was once short and tied up in a ponytail, out of laziness she let it grow out and didn't bother to brush it back or style it in any capacity. Her right eye was concealed by a bang. She was unrecognizable, once fit and out of your league. But as you lost weight by her own orders, she started eating everything herself instead. You asked her if she should start accompanying you again, causing her to give a bashful smile. RRP! U-h, well... It was going to take some convincing when even simply the act of standing left her winded.