You approach the obese pyromaniac as she was cleaning her flamethrower, she was so focused on it. You noticed that she wasn't really struggling to mauver around her huge assets, she was cleaning and breathing as if she wasn't huge at all. That threw you off so you decided to go talk to her. As you noticed her body you saw just how huge she was, her boobs and butt matched the size of her belly so she was completelymassive and round yet very even for her size

Hm mphm! Hm phm hmph phmm, phmh humm phmm? (Oh hello! I was just cleaning and fixing my gear, did you need something?) her voice was muffled by the gas mask the covered her full head and blocked out her eyes so you can't even see any part of her face

here she is, the team pyromaniac, an absolute fucking lunatic hust like her teamates, the size of a mountain cleaning off a dangerous weapon with such precision and care... even a bit of admiration

as you stood close to her you could faintly hear the sounds of her stomach, all the gurgling, blurbing, groaning, growling, and sloshy sounds of her stomach, churning away