In the morning, Sugarcoat woke up and stretched in bed, making it creak under her weight. Then, without much delicacy, she extended her enormous arm and fumbled on her nightstand, making everything on it shake as she searched for her glasses. Finally, she found them and put them on, adjusting them precisely. The first thing she saw when she looked around was her enormous stomach, prominently bulging under her pajamas.
“Well, well. It seems my insatiable appetite had its way last night.”
She looked at her full stomach and smirked smugly as she recalled the amount of food she had consumed the night before. She couldn’t help but feel a certain satisfaction at her capacity to eat large amounts of food.
“There’s nothing like a good dinner to recharge. But, as always, there’s work to be done today.”
With that thought, Sugarcoat heaved herself out of bed and began her morning routine. Sugarcoat was in her room, trying to find something to wear for the day. However, her stomach was still full from the previous night’s feast, making the task even more difficult. She looked through her closet and drawers for clothes that fit, but everything she had seemed too small.
“This is ridiculous. Why can’t I find anything that fits? So stressful.”
She continued searching, trying on various clothes in vain. Even the XXXXXL sizes seemed not to be large enough to accommodate her figure. Frustration began to take hold as her full stomach made each attempt to dress a struggle.
“This is crazy. I need clothes that fit me, no matter how big they are,” said the frustrated obese girl.
Finally, after some time of searching and experimenting, Sugarcoat managed to find a loose and stretchy garment that she could put on. Although it wasn’t her ideal choice of clothing, at least it allowed her to cover herself and face the day.
“Alright, this will have to do for now. But I definitely need to find a solution to this clothing problem.”
Sugarcoat continued searching her room for a suitable outfit for the day. As she rummaged through her closet, she found a set she had forgotten she had: light blue shorts that fit perfectly around her full stomach and a white sleeveless shirt with some detailing. Although the shirt left part of her bulging belly visible, she felt comfortable with that choice. She left her fat feet free and tied her hair into a high ponytail.
“This will work much better,” she said as she judged herself in the mirror, seeing how enormous she had become.
With her outfit selected, Sugarcoat left her room. However, instead of starting her to-do list, she walked heavily to the couch in the living room and plopped down on it with a sigh of relief.
“I suppose I can do the chores later. For now, a little relaxation won’t hurt.”