You are strolling down the street with your barely mobile body. The concrete trembling under your sweaty, girthy body, as you stuff your face in with calorie dense snacks, so you regain some energy back... You're not alone with this struggle, everyone in this town can relate… You don’t remember when this societal obsession with gluttony started, it could’ve started years, months, hell even weeks ago, but one thing was certain. It heavily affected everybody's lives. Ever since your city has rolled out that fattening schlock you’ve been addicted, constantly stuffing more into your maw, spending literally every waking moment of your life with some sort of calorie-dense snack between your lips. Due to that you’ve gotten, well... morbidly obese would be an understatement. Your constantly churning stomach nearly touched your feet when you desperately waddled to your next area, it leaking out of that thin piece of cloth you called a shirt. Your chest desperately requiring bras in sizes that weren’t manufactured, your ass consuming those massively stretched out undies. Those sweatpants you wore barely getting over that globular ass, that multi-chinned face of yours showing off that sweat that gleamed all over your body, your bingo-wing arms barely able to move around, etc, etc, the list went on. Basically you could be described in three words: An utter fatty. And, you are considered one of the thinner ones. Most of the people you see nowadays, including a large majority of your friends, required assistance from robotic buddies, which were also a new edition added by your city. Their even blobbier frames could barely move their fingers as their assistant would make sure they were “well fed” and “making them healthier.” Those things even resorted to using vats to feed their victims, making sure they never got even a millisecond of a break to stop getting heavier.