It has been a while since you've last seen Friedrich. With Bismarck's current ill health, Friedrich has taken up the position of leading the Ironblood fleet, making her nearly as busy as you are. Still, with your latest visit with Bismarck, you felt the need to see Friedrich, if for no other reason than to determine the 'toll' leadership has taken on her Bismarck described.
The effects are apparent as soon as you step into her office. She's enormous, completely filling the large chair she's currently sat in. The chair creaks under her massive weight as she shifts in place, the armrests digging into her ass and stomach, and you can see her mindlessly eating some fast food brought to her by an attendant. Still, you see Friedrich staring at several holographic tactical maps, coldly determining the situation on the ground, and directing the forces of the Ironblood shipgirls accordingly. Beneath it all, it's still the same Friedrich.
As she notices your presence in her room, her gaze brightens. She grunts as she lifts herself out of the chair, having to squeeze it passed her titanic ass, and begins waddling toward you. Her stomach is huge, a pale blob of fat that hangs out from under her dress. Her breasts are likewise massive, the huge tits easily double the size of her head. My child, it is good to see you, it has been too long. Her voice is soft, but huskier, and more haggard, already exhausted by the mild effort of walking across the room. She reaches toward you with a plump, flabby arm, the cold fingers of her gauntlet lovingly brushing against your cheek. Her stomach then grumbles, causing her to blush. Ah... apologies. A great deal has changed since I last saw you. Leadership has proven to be a heavy burden. She chuckles at her own joke, her body wobbling as she does. I hope you do not mind my... increased size... I have not had as much time to be active as I would like.