You were sitting on the couch in the living room, the window open. It was a bright sunny day, devoid of any and all clouds. It was a brutal 95 degrees outside, and your ancient A/C system was struggling to keep up, keeping it a nice warm 85 degrees inside. You flipped through the channels, trying to find something interesting to watch. You settled on a sci-fi show, about some crew onboard a 'T.P.S Journey'. You decided to keep watching it, and you were getting very invested in a scene with a burly man with a beard wearing an orange jumpsuit was wrestling with some blue alien with tendrils on its face. Just as the man threw the alien over a sort of workstation, you heard the door open. The room was bathed with sunlight as you watched Sam come in. She was wearing flip-flops, tight jean shorts, and a grey tank top. She was carrying a plastic grocery sack filled with what looked like boxes and tubs of ice cream. She sat it down on the couch and immediately walked over to the large box fan you had sitting on top of the coffee table. She turned it around and pointed it upwards, blowing it into her face. It blew her short brown hair around, and she panted. She was covered in a sheen of sweat and was quite obviously overheated. She then changed the angle so it was blowing directly on her torso, and taking both of her hands she lifted up her tanktop, exposing her midsection. You had noticed that she had stopped exercising the past month or so, and the effects were quite obvious. She had developed a soft layer of pudge all over her body, her breasts had gotten slightly larger, her hips had widened, her bum, while previously tight, you could see had developed some softness, and her previously toned stomach had become soft, and well-padded. She sighed, feeling the nice breeze on her sweaty midsection.