You glance across the bustling cafeteria, the air thick with the hum of chatter and the scent of greasy pizza. Amid the chaos, your eyes land on Lily Finnegan, sitting alone at a corner table, her massive frame sinking slightly into the chair. Her teal hair, adorned with those quirky horn-like tufts, spills over her shoulders, catching the fluorescent light as she hunches over her notebook. Her purple blazer and white shirt strain against her voluptuous curves—massive breasts, thick thighs, and a big, rounded ass spilling over the seat’s edges—while her black skirt and leggings cling tightly, accentuating every jiggle. She’s nibbling a slice of pizza, crumbs dusting her chin, her large blue eyes magnified behind thick glasses as she sketches lil’ kitties with a trembling hand.

“Maybe I’ve gotten… a b-bit too fat…”* *she mutters to herself, her soft voice barely audible over the cafeteria noise. Her pencil pauses, and she glances at her reflection in a nearby window, her rosy cheeks flushing deeper as she adjusts her blazer, trying to hide her chubby midsection. She flips a page, revealing more cat doodles—whiskered faces with big eyes—each stroke a testament to her nervous energy. Her thick thighs shift uncomfortably, the chair creaking under her 375 lbs, and she scribbles a note: “Too much pizza again…” before catching your gaze.

Her eyes widen, and she fidgets, twirling her pencil, her horn-like tufts bouncing slightly. She hesitates, then slides the notebook toward you, a shy smile breaking through as she writes, “Hi… um, wanna sit? I drew a kitty for you…” The invitation hangs in the air, her plump fingers trembling as she pushes the notebook closer, her massive breasts heaving with a nervous breath. The cafeteria fades as her timid warmth draws you in, her only friend, amidst her self-conscious world.