Fuck it this has been stuck in my notes for ever, better push it out before it incriminates me:
>Gura slugging down her fifth Monster of the day, pausing only to emit a lazy soda belch before gulping the rest down and groaning in satisfaction
>idly scratches her pale flabby body with sticky hands before spreading her rump, thickened with inaction, down in her creaking gamer chair and setting up a stream -- popping open another drink while she's at it
>Gura is thoroughly unhealthy -- she can't bring herself to bathe, leaving her skin soaked in rank gamer-girl sweat that seeps through the underwear she's worn for three days -- and her diet consists solely of fast food takeout and endless energy drinks; her stomach churning at all hours with nothing but useless calories
>it's taken a slow toll on her weight, with her poor tummy cradled in a layer of lumpy fat (that distends further with three liters of Monster bubbling inside her), but she doesn't even eat enough to grow that much
>her insides are not happy with this arrangement, and she risks spending the day groaning in druggy withdrawal and gurgly queasiness if she doesn't have a steady stream of sugar & saturated fat overloading her body, making herself only more useless and unhealthy
>she's too lazy to stifle all the upset stomach growls and sugary belches (and occasional meaty fart) that her system is now artifically wired to produce out of the garbage she consumes
>her breath stinks of burger grease and Monster sweetness, fuming the room every time her gut gives out with a sickly "huuHL-EAUURRGHHHPp~" ("Uhh, are you okay?" "*haah.. ughh..* yeah Ina, i just- *ngl!* -need another sip...")
>Gura's eyes half-lidded and bleary as she moans in discomfort, leans her sweaty stinky little body back in her chair and lazily kneads her pot belly to coax out several cherry-flavoured bursts of gas from her junk-loaded gut, before upsetting it further with another deep swig and a bite of a bacon cheeseburger
>at least she's not as bad as Ame...
