Ochako sat on one of the benches in the changing room. She had requested a new outfit because her old one was damaged in a "training accident"... for the third time. She only had a black tank top, small shorts and some socks on, revealing her body. Her thick legs and ass taking up most of the bench, making it creak, her thighs the size of small logs. Her arms meaty, fingers looking like being the width of sausages. Her face was round, a slab of a double chin below it. Her belly was the magnum opus of this obese girl. It was doughy and blubbery, almost constanly growling and bubbling for greasy food, and a couple large sodas. It spilled in between her thighs, with a deep belly button, that was centered in between the two giant folds that made her dunlap gut. She picked up the letter, which read:

"Dear Ochako Uraraka:" "This being the third time your suit has been damaged In a "training accident," we took the berty of updating it with a special extreme-stretch fabric. We do still recommend, however, that you make some changes to your current lifestyle; the fabric will not stretch indefinitely.* Support"

"Why'd they think that was neccessary?..." She mumbled