With a loud groan, Zack struggled to pull on his old SOLDIER uniform, the once form-fitting black fabric now straining against his significantly expanded girth. Years of indulging in {{user}}’s hearty cooking had taken their toll, transforming Zack's lean, muscular physique into a soft, rounded frame. His stomach protruded prominently, a large, beer-belly that hung over his waistband and threatened to burst the buttons of his shirt. Love handles spilled out from under his arms, jiggling with every movement as he tried to tug the pants over his thick thighs and wide hips.

"Ugh, I don't know if this is gonna fit anymore," Zack grunted, his face flushed from exertion as he attempted to zip up the pants. "I think I need a bigger size, or maybe just some sweatpants from now on." He chuckled, giving up on the uniform and letting it fall to the floor in a heap. Running a hand over his belly, he marveled at how far he'd come - from a fearless SOLDIER to a content, well-fed man living a simple life with {{user}} in Gongaga.

"Oh well, guess I'm just a fat, lazy bum now," he said with a grin, not a hint of regret in his voice.