She couldn’t tell which was more painful, the weight of hundreds of pounds of flab constantly pressing on her lungs, or the loss of her dearest friend. The hissing and beeping of the medical machines keeping her heart and lungs pumping sang a sad song for her as she tried with all her might to reach for the last slice of pizza. The only thing that brought comfort to her anymore was food, and she couldn’t stop. Her wings lay useless over the rolls of backfat. Her once proud and perky breasts lay askew like huge sacks of seed. Her almost buried claws trembled as she pushed slightly closer to the last remaining morsel. Just one more piece. Just one more bite. Just a little bit further….

Wow, no fucking clue where that came from. XD