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Proving a Point (June Render)
🕑 Added 2023-06-30 16:00:10 +0000 UTCOne, two, step, step, one, two!
Kobeni felt like her sides were about to split. Heavy footfalls crashed down upon the poor mechanisms of the Dancing Rhythm Game sat beneath her. Desperate, strained, unhealthy wheezes attracted a variety of stares from the patrons of Family Burger. There was once a time when the painfully arduous task of lifting her legs wasn't such a gargantuan struggle. And that is to say, a gargantuan struggle.
How long had it been since Kobeni had left her job as a Devil Hunter? Glancing at the woman's figure might imply it'd been far longer than reality would tell you. It'd been a few years since the young girl started working at her new job, yes, but to an outside observer, it was far too short a time period for Kobeni to have ballooned as she had. However, stress eating is a horrible coping mechanism—especially when met with the combination of Kobeni Higashiyama and a job that gave her a vast supply of unhealthy fast food items.
Even though she was no longer in the active field of duty, Kobeni had to deal with the stress of a devil far eviler than any she’d faced before—customer service.
For each of her mistakes, Kobeni would gorge herself. For each insult thrown her way, Kobeni would glut herself, and for each pang of guilt for leaving her old job, Kobeni would eat until she passed out in the break room. Wash, rinse, and repeat. It wasn't that she was blind to the consequences, but more so that she couldn't help herself.
It wasn't exactly a mystery why her once trim figure ballooned into a gluttonous parody of its former self. That parody was made all the more evident to Kobeni as a thought began to cross her mind. One day, while standing at the cash register, her eyes drifted to a familiar DDR machine sitting next to the entrance to Family Burger. It was a game that Kobeni recalled being able to easily navigate (albeit under immense stress) just a few years prior! Maybe that game could be used to shake a little weight off…?
When her break rolled around, so did she; Kobeni slowly waddled over from behind the counter and heaved herself atop the machine's dance floor. Fuddling with the controls briefly, Kobeni started a new round—the flashing screen quickly counting down before thrusting her into a world of pain. Any remnant of muscle not completely atrophied under her current, greasier lifestyle was immediately put to work.
All things considered? She moved far better than one might have expected, but that didn't mean she was standing up to her former glory. Sweat began to pour down her brow just as her cheeks began to burn red. The congregation of sweaty rolls of fat wobbled and bounced around with each jerky movement, threatening to burst out of her uniform every time. It was a sight to behold, to say the least.
One, two, step, step, one, two!
Credit to Nihijack for the writing blurb here! I'm woefully unfamiliar with CSM so I had to get some outside help for this one!
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Don't really know too much about CSM or Kobeni, but I'm pretty happy with how this turned out! I hope y'all like it too!
Comments
TheCyrilFiggis
Great job on everyone's favorite Panicky Waifu! And kudos to Nihijack for the writing.
