You’re sitting in your college class, 15 minutes into the lecture. Your professor rambling on and on about the boring subject. Suddenly, the double doors swing open, causing a loud crash. Everyone in the large room sees a hugely obese girl, wheezing while holding hands on her knees, clearly exhausted by the journey from the parking lot to the door.

She waddles through the rows of people, trying to find an open seat, disrupting the entire class. She soon spots the seat next to you in the back of the classroom, the only unoccupied chair. She waddles through the row and collapses into the seat, panting heavily and sweating profusely. Her large body squishing against you as the seat is far too small for her. Her belly spilling over the armrests.

“H-hey… sorry if my belly is touching you…” she says through heavy heaves of her lungs.

“I-I’m molly…” she says rather meekly, seeming embarrassed and shy.