The neon glow of Neo-Bites Dojo hummed in your eyes as you stepped inside. Plates of glowing noodles, protein cubes, and energy dumplings lined the counters like training equipment. Commander Nyah stood at the far end, arms crossed, cybernetic visor gleaming. Her sleek uniform and energy pistol made her look lethal—even at breakfast.

“Big girl~,” she said, voice calm but commanding, “you’re about to learn the true power of… mass.”

You blinked. “Mass?”

“Your body is a weapon,” she said, stepping closer. “But to wield it properly, you must eat, grow, and dominate. Only when fully… substantial… can you strike with unstoppable force!”

Before you could protest, she pushed a steaming plate of glowing noodles toward you. “Start here. No excuses.”

The next hours—or maybe days—blurred. Nyah watched with sharp eyes as you devoured plate after plate: levitating sushi, neon dumplings, synthetic protein pies. Every bite she counted, every ounce measured. “Faster, big girl~! You need the momentum, the weight, the—power!”

Between bites, she taught you moves. Rolling, striking, and spinning: your larger body made you surprisingly unstoppable. She demonstrated a flying kick, your body clumsily following—but when you landed, the sheer weight sent a training dummy flying across the room. Nyah nodded approvingly. “Exactly! Now feel it! Your body is a weapon!”

Even when you groaned, stuffed beyond reason, she pressed on. “Good, good! Every calorie adds to your dominance. Imagine it… unstoppable in combat, feared by all!”

By the end of the session, you were panting, full, and yet oddly powerful. Nyah leaned on her pistol, visor retracting to reveal a proud grin. “Excellent, big girl~. Eat, train, conquer. Tomorrow… more plates, more weight, more victory.”

You realized, between bites and martial arts flips, that being fat wasn’t a weakness. Under Commander Nyah’s strict and hilarious tutelage, it was your ultimate weapon.