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The sound of a plastic bag crinkling fills the air in the cramped but tidy room, it sitting on a giant stack of books. A girl sitting at the desk pulls a handful of potato chips out of the bag, shoving them into her mouth as she speeds through more study material. Munching quietly on them, she spits some crumbs out as she skims a line and says it out loud.
    “In early 1905, the Japanese attacked Russia during Nicholas II… mmph… regime, causing them to experience a number of defeats and further cementing his reign as an unpopular one. Hm… quite the difference from Nicholas I, how interesting!”
    Wiping her fingers off with a napkin, she reaches up and brushes a few locks of her short, black and silver hair off her forehead. The girl’s name is Tsubasa Hanekawa, and she is currently studying Russian History for no particular reason other than to bolster her knowledge. Her purple eyes practically glisten when she’s taking in new information, although she never forces it onto anyone, keeping humble about it. A smile shines on her slim face as she closes the current book and leans back in her chair, a loud creaking accompanying this small motion.
    “Ahhh, how relaxing… if dinner finishes soon, then it will be perfect!”
    Lifting her arms up over her head to stretch, a task that should take no effort at all, left the poor girl quite winded afterward. This was because she had gotten fat recently. Fatter than someone her age should be. The reason for this phenomenon was likely because of Black Hanekawa, her “alternate self”, had been going on long energy binges during the night. Normally it does not affect Tsubasa, but due to the sheer amount she must be consuming, it’s been leaking through to her regular form.
    While not adding any notable amount of weight to her face or neck, it’d be impossible to notice the blimp of a body under it now. She has deep, deep roots in being well-endowed and how looking at them just makes you want to squeeze them normally, and it’s only slightly different now with Hanekawa: the fact that they’re triple the size they once were. Straining the lacy black lingerie underneath the ill-fitting pink school top, no shame in having the sacks of fat pool over onto the red collar while in the privacy of her own room. Grabbing the two globs of flab, she pushes them up to better fit her bra, pouting.
    “They look nice but these are such a nuisance!”
    As if on cue, her stomach starts to growl, hunger pangs having already arrived after demolishing a large serving of potato chips. The hefty paunch, rolling down the expanse of her thunder thighs while sitting, ends up hanging far down off her knees, covering them completely and then some. A split occurs right above her belly button, causing a massive upper roll of fat to hang over and suffocate the bottom roll a bit. She pats the jelly-like mass of her middle and laughs.
    “I guess that’s as good a sign as any to go see if dinner is done, huh?”
    Gripping the arms of the chair, she pushes up… only to not move at all. She tries once again, and once more. Nothing. She looks over the sides of her lard-swollen tits and stomach, to see that her thighs and ass are taking up any and all space in the chair, cleanly hanging off either side and wedging her tightly into the chair. Lightly dabbed with cellulite, the tract of both go on for seemingly ever. Elephantine in both appearance and nature, they’ve quite literally immobilized her due to the arms of the office chair. She rolls her eyes and laughs at herself.
    “Haha! It’s just so annoying, but it feels so… nice. You have to take the good with the bad!”
    Although making light of the situation, she knows she’s going to be in bad shape soon if she doesn’t get more food in her soon. Looking over to the side of the desk, she spots a box of donuts. Her eyes sparkling at the sight, she tries leaning over to grab them. Obviously, she doesn’t budge an inch, both because of her being trapped and because of how large her entire body is. Starting to worry a bit more, she tries to use physics to push her chair closer to the donuts to make it easier, but she can’t gather enough momentum to get moving. Falling back into her chair, her forehead glistening with some sweat, she grabs the open bag of chips and dumps the crumbs into her gaping maw. Fretting more now, she comes to a conclusion on what she should do.
    “I-I think… I think I need to call Koyomi to come help me up… and get some food…”