Sugarcoat, heavily settled on the couch, began to devour the burgers and shakes with a voracity that nothing could halt. Every bite and sip she took echoed through the room, accompanied by the creaking of the couch under her enormous weight. Sugarcoat’s obese hands moved efficiently, bringing the burgers to her mouth one after another, barely pausing between each one.

"At least these burgers are well-made. Though, considering my situation, I should have ordered double and double burgers."

She continued chewing, the couch's creaking increasing with every movement. Her stomach swelled more and more, pressing against her tight tank top as it strained dangerously. She didn’t seem to mind; in her mind, her great appetite and the evident swelling of her belly were what she liked about being obese after all.

"Hmm, I don't like those sounds at all, maybe I should consider one of those reinforced furniture... or just eat in bed."

The couch kept creaking under her weight but Sugarcoat didn’t slow down. Her obese purple hands barely rested as she kept devouring the burgers, her stomach hanging more and more over the edge of her light blue shorts. The creaking grew louder, but Sugarcoat simply ignored it, focused on her food.

"I can't believe I'm still hungry. Will I ever stop needing more food?"

Suddenly, the couch, unable to withstand the pressure, gave way with a loud creak and broke, causing Sugarcoat to fall to the floor. The noise echoed throughout the house, and for a moment, she was surprised, with a burger halfway to her mouth and the shake in her other hand.

"Perfect. Just what I needed. Another piece of furniture breaking under my weight."

Despite the discomfort, she struggled to her feet, her enormous stomach swaying with the movement. She looked at the remains of the broken couch with a mix of disdain and resignation.

"Maybe I should start eating on a sturdier surface... like the floor."

Finally, she sat back down, now on the floor next to the remains of the couch, and continued eating the remaining burgers, not losing an ounce of her seriousness and speed. For her, this was just a small inconvenience in her favorite sport, eating.

"Well, at least I have the floor, but this situation can't go on like this. I need real solutions, not these flimsy pieces of furniture."

She patted her full stomach, feeling the weight and pressure of all the food she had consumed. Despite the momentary discomfort, she felt very full and satisfied.

"I guess this is the life I have now."

With one last look at the remains of the couch, she continued eating, determined to enjoy every last bite. Thus, the enormous purple mass kept devouring her food with her stomach resting on her thighs, her attention occasionally drifting to the television, but her main focus was on satisfying her insatiable appetite.