"When you put it that way..." Rika said, thinking hard. "I guess I should get up and about."
Struggling to the edge of the bed, Rika stood slowly, taking her time to find her center of gravity.
"Whoo...this is a lot harder than you made it look, Renamon." Rika said as she finally managed to stand. As she felt how much her flab weighed down on her, she began to smile.
"Come over and grab some new clothes, Rika." Renamon stated simply as she waddled over to the box, Rika following close behind.
Rika pulled off the tattered strips of cloth that hung to her body, then reached into the box. Pulling out a large pair of shorts and an enormous tank top, she held them up to her flabby body, still smirking.
"Can't believe that I need such big clothes!" she muttered excitedly as she slipped the short shorts on, her body wobbling from standing on one leg. After managing that, she struggled to heave her enormous breasts into the tank top. The top, originally designed to be loose, was stretched tight, as were the shorts. Both articles looked like latex on her body, stretched taut as a snare drum.
"What was that, Rika?" Renamon asked as Rika finished pulling the shirt on.
"Nothing. Just talking to myself. Let's get going!"
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