>the quarantine has not been kind to her
>for the first couple of days, she kept up her professionalism, her stress kept at bay through several packs of cigs
>but by the end of the week, she had ran out, and, of course, the infernal asshole in charge down here had decided that cigs were "non-essential"
>she didn't even realize how much she spent on those, until she found herself buying donuts and cinnamon buns instead
>she dropped the formal look - gone was the blazer and skirt, replaced by a more casual hoodie, sweatpants and T-shirt - this was what all the "E-thots" have been sporting all this time, showing even more cleavage than she usually did
>cleavage, that she found she had a greater amount of, though she, also had to suck in her gut throughout the recording, which didn't do well for her resurfacing IBS
>by the end of the month, she had switched to a beanbag chair, and ordered most of her food - fuck cooking, standing alone was tiring enough
>she also kept farting up a storm, and her reports had to be preceded by a lengthy stay on the can, to avoid any embarrassing "interruptions"...
>...not that that helped with the gas
>as the quarantine stretched on for a full year, she found herself banished from the screen, only being allowed to do radio podcasts (the "modern newsreel", or whatever), as her professionalism plummeted - most of her wardrobe didn't fit anymore (or were destroyed), and she refused to spend on anything other than the base essentials - like food
>when the quarantine was lifted, she was back on the screen - but not as a reporter
>rather, she MADE the news:
>"Newsanchor Katie Killjoy: Newest Victim of Post-Quarantine Morbid Obesity Epidemic"
>the camera followed her, as she was airlifted from her own penthouse, her several-ton body covered in food stains, and practically raining sweat, her bloated stomach gurgling loudly, thoroughly upset
>as she passed by, she left behind a massive flatus smokescreen in her wake, which sounded increasingly wet