Doreen grunted, hoisting up her gut with more effort than she'd like to admit. The mass of flab gurgled and sloshed with her past dozen snacks of the day, while her ribbed top creaked with the herculean effort of containing her meaty bust.

"Geez, I didn't know it got THIS bad... guess it WAS a really cold winter, though. I'm starting to feel like I'd be better suited for Deviantart than any sort of Superhero Magazine at this poing..." She mused to herself, fingers squishing into her generous flab and folds. It'd take months to work this off at a minimum; who knew if she'd even be back to normal by the time next winter was creeping up on her?

"Well, no point sitting around and moping about it, I guess. The sooner I burn these pounds, the sooner I can start packing them on again for the winter!"

"...Wait, that doesn't sound right."