ScareGlow

Emmi surveyed her body. It was a barren wasteland. During Dave's short-lived rule, he had starved her and forced her to exercise, resulting in the shocking loss of hundreds of pounds. Her once-vaunted belly was now just a loose blanket of flesh, deflated and hanging dejectedly down toward her knees. Even worse, she was able to walk around again, and it wasn't even that difficult. It was a disgusting feeling. Even when she was sitting down, if someone called to her, she would get up – an instinctual leftover from her previous life on Earth. She thought back to the time she had been immobile – when someone called her, and she instinctively tried to get up, momentarily forgetting that she was supremely and blessedly obese – too fat to even stand up, to even take one step under her own power. Totally helpless. It was an incredible, intoxicating feeling. She wanted it back. There was only one good thing about the situation. Despite the massive loss of progress, she would do it