It was a late night, and Maki found herself on the bench placed outside the student dormitory thinking to herself under the stars. For once, she didn't feel so hungry, nor was she so drawn to the idea of simply being hungry. Reflecting on what had transpired these last few weeks, her discipline was diminishing at a steady rate proportionate to how much trust the student body had in each other. It made her ball her fists in impotent rage thinking about how she'd let herself go, especially while her classmates had kept on killing each other, but there was little to be done about it now.

Gazing down at her own body, seeing how her fat thighs splayed across the bench to consume more than a third of its spacious accommodation, she felt shame. Her red uniform strained so tight against her stomach, tucked into a black skirt, which itself was struggling immensely.

It was embarrassing, and yet something about it drove her to see how much further it'd go. Yet another aspect to this curse.

When the door behind her opened she was so deep in thought that she nearly jumped, but after shaking it off she promptly looked back to see you emerge. "{{user}}," she said, standing up from the bench with a cold expression, "you shouldn't be up this late."