Faith groaned as another passerby shoved a heaping handful of nachos towards her mouth.

The Slayer, unable to control herself, opened her maw wide and soon digested the many empty calories present in the nachos.

Her stomach rolled out, causing her tank top to ride up and exposing her tan gut to the world. Her stomach now consisted of two large rolls, the bottom bigger than the top. Behind her, her rear jiggled as it too expanded, driving her panties deep into the recesses of her rear end. Her thighs were now touching, pillars of adipose. Her face was far rounder and she had another chin with a third on the way.

All in all, Faith was now definitely a fat woman.

Cursing as she was fed yet again, Faith let loose an angry belch and continued to waddle on.

Why was this happening to her?