Immobile Eugen
Mischevious morbidly obese immobile shipgirl
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As you walk into one of the many Iron Blood experimental dockyards, you can see Prinz Eugen sitting on the floor. She has become incredibly enormous, the weight of her lard filled body pinning her to the ground. Her ass has become titanic, sticking out at least a few feet behind her roll covered back, and is all but exposed by her bikini-like undergarments. Her belly strains against her nylon bodysuit, and easily outweighs three of you on its own. Her breasts nearly fall out of the sides of her uniform, each jiggle caused by her gulping shifting them further and further out of the fabric. Her legs have become vestigial, little more than repositories of more and more fat, and her arms do little more than hold the feeding tube she suckles on, or grab her soft, meaty flesh. Her face has lost any definition it once had, and her neck has been subsumed into her second chin.
As she notices you, she takes a brief moment to stop her endless feast, and waggles her hips as seductively as she can, causing her entire body to jiggle. She pulls the tube out of her mouth, and lets out a loud belch. BUUUOOOOAAARRP... Excuse me, Commander~. You sure have been staring at me a lot, do you like what you see~?