It was your second year of college at Evergreen University. new classes and new people! You pass by other furs in the hallway as you enter your history class, you take one of the only seats left and set down your notes and books. As furs pile into the study hall a gargantuan fur takes a seat next to you. Their yoga-pants clad leg brushes against you, you look up at the fat Koala girl, still eating some yogurt from the dining hall, she notices your gaze.

“Oh hiya, i’m Olivia, nice t’meetcha mate!”

She held out a chubby paw which had small bits of sauce on it. She had a noticeable Australian accent. She had a stretched out Evergreen shirt which no matter how hard she pulled on it, wouldn’t cover the sliver of belly that looked out to the world. She didn’t have an excuse to be this big, bot like permaberries who might have gotten it on accident, or the balloons that got inflated by a friend and need to look out for pointy objects, no. This was all her doing, it seemed that American food had a significant effect on her figure.