In a massively multiplayer online role-playing game, players perform tasks in exchange for experience points. By killing a monster or delivering an item, the thinking goes, the player's in-game avatar has grown as a person. These experience points accumulate to grant the avatar greater and greater attributes. Truly skilled players employ efficient tactics and unflagging endurance, and as a reward, their character's numbers increase dramatically. They devour a glut of experience points, trained on one goal, and build a character of bloated skills and heavy attributes.

Jay the wolf pondered these systems as idle thoughts while she entered the grocery store. Chilled air brushed her sky-blue fur. Her chubby feet padded along the tile floor. Her chunky thighs swished each other in her blue jean shorts. The waistband didn't quite come up to the top of her rump, and her blue tail hung slack over it. A thick waist and round tummy pulled her pink shirt taut, but not as taut as her breasts. She pushed a shopping cart along.

The store's basic, antiseptic scent hit her snout, and stark lighting illuminated an array of shelves. Just by the entrance, a cardboard stand advertised some gimmicky promotion. "Smorg As Bordcraft and Flabisco team up for extreme gains! Enter codes from your favorite snacks to earn in-game rewards!" The stand portrayed a big, burly, tank-class avatar eating potato chips by the fistful and guzzling lemon lime soda.

Maybe it wasn't so gimmicky. Jay already drank Fructose Pop like it was water, and she grazed on Cheese Chippies without thinking about it most of the time. A smattering of orange dust on her fingers reminded her of that much. And, of course, all her friends were already into Smorg as Bordcraft. Really, it would be dumb not to take advantage of the promo.

First, she strolled into the soda aisle. She plucked a two-liter of Fructose Pop, green and bubbly, and checked its label. Yup, an emblem on the packaging promised 100 points at the in-game Flabisco store. 100 points sounded incredible. One at a time, she hefted twelve two liters into her cart. Looking at the abundant liquid in her cart, she felt parched. She nabbed one more two-liter off the shelf, screwed off the cap, and put it to her lips. Immediately, she pulled one chug after another. The sugary, bubbly soda tickled her tongue and sloshed right into her belly. With several gulps, she sucked it dry. Carbonation bloated her stomach. Gas quickly escaped up her gullet, "GHWURRRP!" After patting her swollen stomach, she threw the empty bottle in her cart.

The cart's wheels squeaked as she padded into the next aisle over. Cheese doodles, pretzels, tortilla chips, and more lined the shelves. Jay had her eyes set on only one thing, though: Cheese Chippies. After all, only Flabisco products were valid for the promotion. She swept her arm through the shelf and dredged out several bags at once, dumping them into her cart. With a few more armfuls, she filled up the rest of her cart. Then, finding herself peckish, she took one more bag. With her claw, she tore along its top. Then, she upturned the bag over her wide, open maw. Cheese-dusted chips tumbled out of the bag and into her mouth. She only paused to chew them down, crunching loudly while spewing crumbs, before dumping more into her face. Greasy, dusty chips mixed in her belly with bubbly, sugary soda. They bloated in her gut, pushing it out until her pants button popped open. Paying it no mind, she polished off the bag. She dropped the empty bag in her cart, next to the empty soda bottle, and headed for the checkout lines.

Her subtly rocking hips sloshed her belly's oily, carbonated contents on the way to checkout line 6. Its rocking bubbled up more gas, surfacing a belch through her esophagus. "BHROOORp!" The burp blew hot between her plump cheeks. She licked around her mouth to collect stray flakes of cheese dust.

* * * * *

Jay ended up creating a polar bear paladin in Smorg as Bordcraft. The character had a big, beefy defense rating, she could use large weapons, and she could assist with healing. Her movement options were slow, though, and she was a big target. Jay related to someone that was called a "tank."

The wolf tore into the game immediately. It plopped her into the frigid wastelands of Fatartica. Starting in a town on a huge ice floe, the village elder tasked her with catching 10 salmon. Then, defeating 10 penguins. Then, delivering an heirloom. The quests built a world, step by step. Day by day, Jay delved deeper into the game, eventually traveling to distant lands on her albatross and spelunking into dangerous dungeons.

Outside of the game, Jay buried her apartment under more and more food. Bags of chips lined the floor, and they piled up next to her computer chair for easy access. Soda bottles hid under those bags. Whenever a new bottle went in the fridge, she had to search blindly with her hands underneath the canopy of bags to find the next bottle. She'd moved the fridge into her computer room, too. Any time she needed a fresh one, she could reach from her computer chair, grasp the fridge handle, and tug a bottle out.

Staring at the computer screen, covered in its light, she pulled open her fridge and retrieved a bottle. Without looking away from the game, she sheared off the top with a claw, then upturned it over her open maw. She emptied the two liter between attacks. This was too easy, she thought with a smirk. "I'll have that reward in no time."

Each day, Jay played late into the night. She power leveled like none other. After weeks of this, she had grown just as much as her in-game avatar.

In the wee hours of the morning, the computer monitor bathed her in cool light. Her bare feet rustled through empty chip bags that she had yet to toss out. Her fluffy calves arced in wide, flabby curves. Her broad thighs smooshed across her computer chair and oozed over its edges, pulling her sweat pants taut and thin. Two butt cheeks overflowed her pants. They pulled down her waistband just so that they could flop out and hang over the back of her chair in doughy, blubbery dollops. That way, her love handles poured directly onto her ass. They squeezed out under the back of her chair, as her body pressed her back fat hard against the chair.

By this point, only Cam remained online. Jay's girlfriend yawned into her mic. "Sweetie, it's getting late. I gotta go."

Jay whimpered. "I'm gonna miss you, bHUUUURPy-kins."

"I'm gonna miss you too. And I believe in you. You'll get that promotional bonus with time to spare."

Jay's butt responded with muggy flatulence. She waited for the fart to subside before responding with her mouth. "Aww. Thank you!!"

With that, Cam signed out.

Jay's waist gushed over her chunky hips, and her belly smothered over her lap. Fat laid the foundation of her stomach in a thick, squishy roll. Then, it stacked up in one meaty roll, and then another, constructing a furry dome of fat that packed her torso in blubber. Her shirt's hem dug into the middle of her gut. With her lower stomach bare, orange cheese dust blended her fur into a brownish hue. Above, her hefty tits pushed her neckline out. Their deep cleavage offered a canyon for cheese dust to fill up. That was only if the dust didn't fall on her lumpy chins or bubbly cheeks. She dipped her plump hand into a bag of chips, dredged out another handful, and smashed it into her maw. A cloud of cheese dust floated in its wake.

All the while, her left hand remained on her keyboard. Even as her fingers thickened, she issued commands deftly. Without thinking, she approached a gaggle of brussel scouts, highlighted them all, and scorched them all with a roaster spell. Maneuvering in the game world had become second nature--no, first nature, overtaking the ease of moving her own body. Her right hand, with chubby pads lathered in cheese dust, slapped onto her mouse once again. Just in time, as she needed the peripheral to turn her character.

Her stomach gurgled busily, churning away at more bags of chips than she could recall. As it broke down grease into fat, her stomach ended up with excess gas. No problem there; down it went, out her rump with a thick "FHRUUUMPTH." The sulfuric smell mingled with salty cheese dust. Not that Jay could tell, having gone nose blind to the aroma days ago. Even with its extra room, her stomach stretched her shirt with every breath. The rotund bump loosened her shirt's threads little by little. Her lungs pushed up her breasts, as well. Their fat slowly rolled higher and higher above her neckline.

Her clothes, Jay didn't notice too much. The dust in her throat bothered her more. She clutched a new bottle from the fridge and ripped its cap right off. After quickly returning her left hand to the keyboard, her right hand upturned the bottle over her lips. Fizzy liquid popped down her gullet and cleared the dust out, washing it into her growing gut. Her esophagus thumped one gulp into her stomach, pushing it fuller. She pumped another into her belly, knocking it wider. She pounded another into her gut, stretching it tighter. Her throat chugged one gulp after another until she pulled the last drop of soda from its bottle. Now empty, she threw the empty bottle under her desk. Jay's taut, round tummy weighed heavy in her lap and bulged against her desk. It thundered and rumbled, raucous with carbonation. Delicious fireworks of sugar popped in her belly. Then, with the force of dynamite, it boomed out of her mouth, "GHuooWOOOORP!!"

Nobody was online to hear her loud crunches, her gusty farts, or her blustery belches. Heck, the way her tummy rumbled, that was probably audible on mic as well. But no, so much caffeine flowed through her system that she had played right into the depths of the night, when not even her most dedicated friends remained.

That was fine by her. Less talking meant more eating. Plus, the later she stayed up, the more she could cram down her throat. In her apartment, all these soda bottles and all these chip bags were building up quickly. She needed their UPCs to earn in-game bonuses, but if she wasn't careful, she was going to run out of room to stick everything. She had to chow through them quickly if she was going to keep her apartment and earn Flabisco's top reward. She forgot what it was, but it was bound to be good.

It didn't hurt that those snacks tasted so good, too. She didn't even have to think as her hand served her maw another bunch of chips, and she certainly didn't notice as her belly inflated just a bit bigger.

* * * * *

Jay sat in her chair, inert. Motionless. On the outside, she appeared frozen still. On the inside, though, her stomach worked tirelessly. An incalculable glut of junk inflated it, and her mighty organ hacked and slashed through it at a blazing pace. Just as she grinded XP by killing thousands of rats, her stomach attained gobsmacking proficiency in digestion from the unholy number of corn chips crammed into it.

Maybe "frozen" isn't the right term to describe how still she was. Her exploding fat raised her own temperature and overpowered her air conditioning. Sweat, thickened by grease and salt, trailed down her fur and slinked into the smothering crevices of her fat rolls. It didn't help that snack bags towered ever higher, challenging the apartment's air flow. She needed them, though. She needed every last bag of chips, and she needed every last bottle of soda, if she was going to earn the ultimate promotional bonus. In fact, she would need more.

The wolf's macros did wonders for her. With a single keystroke, she could agro an enemy, attack them, and pop off a heal. In that time, she could grab more chips, she could guzzle more soda, or she could just sit there and let her stomach work. Currently, she took the last option.

Despite her indolent gameplay, she was a vital part of her friends' raiding party. Jay's heavyset polar bear could take a one-shot hit and laugh it off, thanks to the intense grinding she had gone through. Not to mention, after such long hours of consistent practice, Jay's fingers practically played on their own. With minimal energy, she attained maximal performance. At this point, it was almost like the game rewarded her for playing it more lazily.

A chipper voice, Alice, came over her headset. "Hey, Jay. Are you still getting codes from those bags of chips?"

A balmy belch interrupted Jay before she could respond, blowing orange dust onto her mic. Strain thinned her voice, and she spoke with a stilted cadence due to the overwhelming work in her stomach. "Yup. I've got--an apartment full--of Cheese--Cheese Chippies and Fff--Fructose Pop." She tapped a key to smash the boss with her sledgehammer, and during the animation, she smashed a big handful of chips into her mouth. The handful proved to be too big, and a few chips fell into her abounding cleavage. Plenty of other chips already collected there anyway. She'd dig them all out after this raid. Regardless, her mouth was full, propped open by the glut of chips. She crunched her jaws down, shedding several crumbs while claiming the vast bulk of it in her maw and down her gullet.

Tony spoke up over the headset. "A little louder next time. I don't think I heard every single chip that time."

Jay smacked her lips. "Kay." She tapped her stomach, sounding a dull thump. To the untrained observer, it might have sounded full. Yet, to Jay, the thump was hollow enough to guarantee a few more ounces. She raised a bottle to her lips and drew a chug. Internally, she followed the bubbly beverage down her gullet and into her stomach. Jay felt as soda settled among the deluge of other comestibles. It stretched her stomach, and yet, her stomach had more give left in it. She chugged again and let more soda expand her belly. With the bottle still to her lips, she took a moment to feel her insides. Tight, but not at its limit. One more chug. She tracked it through her throat and monitored her stomach. Still room. Another chug. A little room. Another chug. Getting there. Another chug. Out of room.

She popped the bottle off of her lips and slammed it on her desk. Her stomach didn't stop expanding, though. It felt like a bomb, ready to explode in her lap. She gripped it. Her paws rubbed oily cheese dust as they tried to soothe its pulsing, solid bulk. "Hunngh...!" Every throb of her belly, bursting out against her palms, came with low, thick churns.

Betty's worried voice came over the headset. "Jay, are you doing okay?"

Gas erupted from Jay's lips, "BHWOOOOOORP!" In earth-shattering relief, her stomach forced gas out. The sudden blast screamed euphoria in her belly, heightened by the lengths to which she'd pushed it. Between the gratifying fullness in her stomach and the joyous release of her belch, Jay felt a physical pleasure known to only a select few. After the muggy burp left her, she drifted back to reality. She panted to catch her breath. "I--(huhgf)--I dunno. I might--have to--have to quit--before I earn the top reward." The best part was, the belch left her with more room. She grabbed another handful of chips. "I'm at my limit." With that, she pushed the chips into her maw and tackled the next foe.

Kyle cheered her on. "You can do it. I believe in you!"

As Jay chewed, she wagged meaty, flopping cheeks. Fat had stuffed her face, and with that added volume, her fur caught more and more chip crumbs and seasoning. Her plump lips smacked, wet from her thirsty gulps. Below, her mandible kneaded her hanging neck chub, squishing its sweat out. "I'm--(HWOOUURRP!)--I'm ffflattered, but--but--it doesn't mah... (hungf)... it doesn't matter if I can't eat more. I'm gonna--I'm gonna pop if, if, if I eat one more bite."

That sweat trickled down Jay's chest and into her cleavage. The breasts sat like heavy sandbags on her belly, weighing into her gut with their own heft. Given how tightly her stomach was packed, though, it had no give, instead pushing back up on her tits. The fatty orbs sprawled wide over her belly, rose higher than her collar bone, and slumped back against her chest in compressed rolls. Seeing no need for modesty, she wore no top. Her girls breathed freely. Well, relatively freely, given the stale, sweltering state of the apartment. Their stifling fur soaked in a puddle of their own perspiration on her gut.

Her stomach stretched over thousands of burbling calories. In an effort to fit it all, her stomach had compacted every chip tightly until her stomach solidified harder than steel. In the process, it cranked out belch after belch and fart after fart. Still, that couldn't restrain its bloating, which filled Jay's meaty lap and rolled into her desk. Her wide waist even offered arm rests to her flabby forearms. Jay's gameplay was merely a way to pass the time until her stomach would accept more food.

Its digestive efforts yielded another fart, which departed Jay before making itself known. The gas evacuated her belly with a wet "Fplbrbbllrrbbllrrpptch." The steamy rush blustered out of her cheeks, wiping perspiration out along with it. In the aftermath, her rotund cheeks quivered over the edges of her seat.

More room. She downed another handful of chips.

Her swelling stomach weighed heavier in her buttery lap. The broad thighs smooshed each other under her gut and poured past her seat. If her sweat was a constant stream of drips ever falling, her thighs were a stream of fat frozen in time, suspended from her chair. The puddle of sweat on the trash under her chair certainly invited the comparison.

That trash was now so thick that it rose up her chunky calves and covered her corpulent feet.

"Fuck, Jay. You sound pretty gross."

"She's doing great! You'll regret that when she earns that prize!"

"Yeah, and she'll regret it when they have to pry her out of her apartment with the jaws of life."

Jay's hand hovered in the bag of chips as she focused on her belly. She wasn't sure she could take more. She reached, but her fingers only hit plastic. Just as well. Maybe it was a sign. "I'm... maybe it's... time for a break..."

Cam pounded her desk. "Did Rainz hold back his fire spell, even though his target was Lord British? No! Did Leeroy Jenkins turn back when it was too early to raid? No! So are you going to give up, just because your stomach might explode?!"

Jay clapped her stomach. "No!!" She grabbed another bag.

* * * * *

Her stomach teetered on the verge of rupture for days and weeks on end. Jay consumed an endless stream of food to clear more room in her apartment. With more room, she bought more Flabisco snacks. With more snacks, she obtained more UPCs, approaching ever closer to the much-vaunted prize. Fortunately, her stomach adapted over time, slowly accommodating larger and larger quantities of food. The outside of her stomach grew bigger, too, sagging with more fat by the day.

One afternoon, just like every other afternoon, she played Smorg as Borg with her friends. They took it easy with a dungeon run.

That's not to say Jay took her eating easy. She pulled a laborious breath, sucking in oxygen as best she could. Fat tits weighed down on her lungs, and an overfull stomach nudged her lungs from below. Feeling a few square centimeters of room, she dipped her corpulent hand into the bag. She clenched fat fingers around gritty chips and slapped them into her maw. She had long gone numb to the salty, tangy flavor. Her tired jaws crunched up the chips.

Jay's tubby feet sat on the floor with fat pads and blubbery toes. Her belly sat there, too, dipping so low as to smoosh bags and bottles alike under its heft. Her lower belly bunched into uneven rolls and folds as it settled over bags and crushed bottles. The bits of plastic poked her fat, but no matter which way she shifted and twisted, she couldn't make free space for her gut to just lay on the floor. So, she dealt with the discomfort.

 Cankles rolled down over her heels, sealing her feet under pouches of furred fat. Her belly wrapped around her calves, but they already hugged each other with all their lard. Thighs of thick, fatty bulges burst out from under her waist and overran the sides of her chair. They hung just inches above the ground in chunky slabs. Even though balmy, stifling air filled under her chair, her hanging thighs were still cooler than anything trapped under her gut.

Stretched tight to capacity on the inside, her belly draped itself in hanging rolls on the outside. Bulbous folds teetered over her sides, overlooking her thighs. Those rolls poured forward towards the ground. Around her middle, fat scrunched into dimples and creases under its own weight, packed in tight layers. They gushed under her desk and flowed over its top. Lacking any obvious spot to stick a keyboard, she now had a two-part keyboard, one half on her left waist and the other half on her right waist, along with a trackball. A belt strapped them to her middle, although gauging by its tightness, she'd need to go up a size sooner rather than later. Her massive arms splayed wide over her waist, and her meaty digits tapped her keyboard. She appreciated buying the extra large keyboard, which accommodated her oversized fingertips.

Fat ballooned her breasts. They weighed like bags of bricks on her belly, but they spread like sacks of jiggly, gooey pudding. Their fat smothered the top of her gut, dipped down to her hips, and flooded on the desk beyond her reach.

Jay's monitor sat atop a pile of books, raising it into her view above her breasts. 

Ripples of neck fat swaddled her collarbone and dipped into the top of her cleavage. Each fold in the series had its own trench filled with crumbs and dust. Billowing cheeks puffed far from her face, slouching onto her shoulders. They bordered her snout, so they collected plenty of grease and seasoning. With her headset plugged in her ears, its microphone piece nudged into her plump cheek.

A belch escaped her. It wobbled her fleshy cheeks on its way out, then rustled down her chin rolls and blew through her long, sweltering cleavage. The muggy blast wicked crumbs and sweat through the deep canyon between her tits, tickling her. Losing no time at all, she raised a bottle to her lips and gulped down just enough to fill the newly emptied space.

Rory chimed in. "Still eating for that promotional bonus thing?"

"Nuh, (huuhhff), no. (GHWORP.) I--I--I've shent in--enough codesh, (wheeesh), fhor the prize, bhu... (BHOOORP!)... but I shtill ha--have all these--shnacks to ghet through." Two belches. Jay quickly made up for lost time by shoveling down a few handfuls. Every time she cranked her arm to feed her more food, she squashed her rotund bicep against her bulbous forearm.

"What is the bonus, anyway? You don't have it already? Isn't it like, a new skin or something?"

Then, two hard knocks rang out.

Jay shifted her hips. Her chair still held out. She gripped her desk with her chubby hands. It was sturdy, despite the force from her gut. Then, she realized what the knocking was. "It'sh--(whuuuff)--it'sh at the dhoor!!"

She was in a rush to get up, but her body was not.

Her plush hands pushed against the desk, although they had little room to bend, given how much space her belly occupied. She also pushed her pudgy feet along the ground, but she had to kick against her weighty underbelly. Its doughy fat plapped audibly against her flopping legs. Each step gradually dislodged her belly from the desk, inch by inch. As she retreated, her stomach's contents settled lower and lower into the new space that her desk departed. Shifting and sloshing, it stirred up gas, and its billowing bloat helped to push her puffy fat free.

At last, she yanked the belly apart from her desk. Her gas came to a peak and sparked through her gullet, "GhuwHOOORRGPH!" Between the desk and her gas, Jay now had more space than she knew what to do with. No wait, that's right, she knew exactly what to do with it. She grabbed a new chip bag, ripped it open with a fat-swaddled claw, and dumped the entire thing into her mouth. She chewed as fast as she could, although some chips fell around her, and others tumbled into her cleavage. With her Flabisco reward waiting at the door, speed was more important than accuracy. In the world of eating, sometimes one needs an AOE instead of a single-target.

She leaned forward, and her huge breasts sloshed around her globular gut. Her leg muscles cranked hard. Buried deep beneath strata of bulging lard, her muscles gradually ratcheted her legs upward until she stood straight. Her thighs pushed back her ass, and her ass pushed back her chair. Standing, her gut wobbled inches above the ground, just tickling the top of the litter below.

Next, she had to turn around. She tottered onto one leg, then swiveled it to pivot her hips. Her lifted leg stomped down on a bottle, demolishing it under her incalculable weight. Having only turned a fraction of the way towards her office door, she lifted her other foot. She teetered slowly and laboriously in a struggle to corral both her weight and her volume. With another stomp, she was halfway there. She hoisted her fat once more, moving ever closer to her goal of facing the doorway. For her next swerve, she pushed herself extra hard, and finally spun around. Her ass bopped the desk behind her. In front of her, she faced a door frame with cracks and dents where her growing girth had performed some remodeling.

The front door knocked again, this time more quickly.

Jay shouted through her fat-packed cheeks. "I'm--(huuugg)--I'm ghoming!"

She would've run if she had the power to lift her body from the ground. Lacking that ability, she instead shoved her right leg forward. With that, her right thigh knocked her left thigh leftward, while she pitched her right hip forward. Her body's adipose fought with itself in the mere operation of her joints. The forceful step sloshed her heavy, hanging tummy pendulously from her immense waist. Its fat plapped in undulations against her corpulent legs, while its contents churned and burbled from the commotion. Her gut swelled with gas. It gushed through her ass, "FBWLHRRRPBTH!" The heated blast thrust open her naked ass cheeks, flopping their fat with its powerful turbulence. The fart hit the ground like a leaf blower and scattered the trash behind Jay.

She thrust her left leg forward, bringing it down on trash like Godzilla stepping on so much infrastructure. As heavy as her body was, its fat still wobbled and shook. The step unleashed more dank, eggy gas from her rump.

Two more steps freed yet more gas. She was so close to her front door, but she couldn't miss this opportunity to fill the new room in her stomach. She swiped a bag of chips--one of the many bags that lined her hallway--and dumped it down her gullet. After throwing the empty bag behind her, she trudged onward.

Her breasts bumped the front door. She shuffled sideways with her arm extended. At last, she put her swollen hand on the front doorknob. She twisted it, scrunching the fat on her wrist, and stepped back to swing open the door. That step ushered a long, reverberating fart.

The flatulence continued while a pelican stood on the other side, wearing brown shorts and a brown shirt. He held a package. First, his eyes widened.

Jay recalled that she wasn't wearing anything. Her fart went on.

Then, the pelican recoiled. He shouted something, but it was muffled under Jay's gaseous explosion.

Jay shouted. "WHAT WAS THAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Still, more and more gas roared from her rump.

The pelican held out the package at a distance. "JUST TAKE THE DAMNED PACKAGE!"

Jay put her fat hands forward, and she just barely reached past her breasts to grasp the cardboard box. "OH! I'M SO EXCITED! THANK YOU!" Her butt went on and on in a fart that rippled and bellowed like a tuba mating with a cruise liner.

The pelican stepped away, trembling. "HAVE A GOOD DAY! AND PUT ON SOME CLOTHES!" He ran.

Jay's fart bubbled out, ending in a lighthearted "Poot!"

Excited to see what was inside, she rushed into her kitchen and set the box down on her table. Her claw sheared through packing tape and opened the box. She reached inside and pulled out a giant, canvas tent. It looked like a tent, but then, she realized, there were three holes. Suddenly, it came back to her. The promotional bonus was a shirt! She threw it over her head.

The neckhole caught on her cheeks. She tugged and tugged, yanking it against her flab. She sucked in her cheeks and just barely pulled the neck hole down to her actual neck. It cut into her fat uncomfortably.

Then, she plunged an arm into a sleeve. Her wrist caught in it. With her other arm, she pulled at the sleeve, trying hard to get it over her arm. Instead, the sleeve sundered in a giant rip. At least with that, it draped over her blubbery arm. She put her other arm into her other sleeve and ripped it right on in much the same way.

That left the hem. She grabbed it in her hands and gently tugged its back into one of her back folds. Then, she pulled the front of the hem forward, reaching it towards the front of her breasts. As she did, the back of the hem bit hard into her back fat. After a mighty battle, she pulled it forward and down, just past the bottom of her breasts.

She huffed and puffed. Now, the shirt soaked in her sweat. She needed a snack after all that hard work.