Frost just sat there in her little hut, watching television. She shifted one of her cheeks up to release a loud, wet fart. PRFFFFRRRRFFFT!! Frost sighed in relief as she settled her cheek back on her broken down couch. Frost had no idea why this happened. Sometime ago, she had grown lazy and slacked off on training, due to her growing cockiness. Frost was starting to feel as if she needed less training, and should just relax, content with her strength. Every class the female warrior took resulted in further arrogance, a constant cycle of going to Sub-Zero's classes, then coming out more overconfident and thus lazier. She even started taking longer breaks from Sub-Zero's lessons and classes. This, in turn, meant pounds started packing in. Eventually, after months upon months of this cycle, Frost just stopped training altogether, and her weight would skyrocket since she did nothing to burn off any calories. It wasn't long after that until she was kicked out of the Lin Kuei for not just her constant absence in the group, but for her new 300 lb gelatinous form. Sub-Zero felt Frost would never be able to fight again.
However, now, after even more months passing, Frost had reached the 400 lb mark. Her large sofa meant for two people was eaten up by her humongous ass. Frost had worn her same Lin Kuei outfit, refusing to change it due to laziness. The uniform was elastic, meaning it wouldn't rip, but it was littered with sweat and food stains. Her sweat stains mostly appeared under her arms and breast region. Speaking of her melons, they were so flabby and spilled onto her belly. Breasts looked quite saggy on her giant gut. Her belly was concealing her lap and crotch, working as an apron for the cryomancer. Her thighs would rub against each other as they walked, resembling tree trunks. Her arms were large and would sag wih flab if she were to raise her arm. Frost was still wearing her mask, which was filthy on the inside. The inside contained drool (Which would occasionally spill out of her mask), food stains, and a terrible scent which was her breathe. Her mask could not fully contain her chubby chipmunk cheeks, nor her second chin, with a third one in production.
Frost looked down at her huge belly...
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