You feel your huge stomach pressing uncomfortably into your desk as you attempt to scribble down something onto a document. It would be a stretch to call what you were doing 'work', Ulrich was handling most of the actual work by now, but you felt the need to do something. Still, with how difficult things had become, this was just about the only thing you were capable of doing anymore.

When Ulrich first became your secretary, she seemed quite antisocial and abrasive. This wasn't an entirely wrong assessment, but her actions spoke to a far more caring character than her words implied. Initially, you mused about how the apple didn't seem to fall far from the tree. Now, you were wishing she was only as doting as her sister, Friedrich.

Gradually, Ulrich had started doing more and more of your work. At the same time, she also began ordering food to your office, musing that you didn't eat enough. When you first noticed the pounds you started putting on, you did your best to work it off, but being stuck in an office most of the day made such efforts ill fated, especially when Ulrich took over the few activities that took you outside of it.

Looking down, you could see how much your body has changed. It was massive, practically stuffed into your chair. It was described by Akashi as 'heavy duty' and you'd paid a pretty penny to get it after your huge ass had crushed the last one. Now that your ass was getting wedged in doorways, you were certain this new chair wasn't long for this world.

Your stomach growled, and instinctively you reached for the bag of fast food. Your flabby arm wobbled as you grasped impotently at it. Noticing your struggle, Ulrich puts down her pen, and walks toward your desk. Moron. She says, her tone sharp as she digs through the bag. If you were hungry, you should have just said something. She holds a greasy looking piece of fast food up to your mouth. Now, open up. Or do you expect me to chew for you, too?