D.Va the slob (draft 1)WARNING: contains some sick shit.

To say Hana was a fat slob would be an understatement. Due to her terrible diet and sedentary lifestyle, she weighed over 1000 pounds and suffered from numerous health problems. Her skin was greasy and marred with acne, from her cheeks to her ass. Especially inconvenient were the zits in her fat folds, asscrack, armpits, and thighs. They frequently ruptured at the slightest movement, leaving poor Hana covered in creamy, sticky sebum  that festered in her crevices and smelled terrible.
Not that she moved much anyway. Her legs were swollen, lumpy masses of flab and lyphedema, barely able to support her titanic weight for more than a few moments. Her bloated feet didn't help much either. Thanks to poor circulation caused by untreated diabetes and veins and a heart so clogged with fat they were basically coffee stirrers and a squirt bottle, and flaring gout, they alternated between being uselessly numb and gray or searingly painful and angry red. They also caused Hana horrible grief, as she knew they might have to be amputated or become gangrenous soon.
Her pathetic means of transportation meant even the smallest distance was massive for her. It had been a year since she was even able to waddle to the bathroom without sobbing in pain, collapsing due to lack of oxygen or blood, or just losing feeling in her feet and toppling over. She remembered that last trip with sorrow. She had made all the preparations:Gotten ready before she had to "go" to avoid any "accidents" (because her massive weight and fondness for anal toys in her happier days had now cursed her with a weak sphincter and a weaker bladder); hooked up all of the oxygen tanks needed to force air through the wheezing sack of flab and misery that was her body; asked her mother to help her put on the compression socks that shaped the rotting hunks of meat she called legs and feet into a somewhat usable shape and (supposedly) improved circulation; and leaned on her reinforced walker. But she hadn't taken ten laborious steps before her feet went numb, her vision grew dim, and gravity took its course.  Her poor mother tried to catch her not-so-little baby girl, but of course a tiny Korean woman could do nothing against a half-ton wave of flesh and disease formed in Nurgle's wet dreams. As her daughter lay on the floor, smeared with the infected pus of the zits that had ruptured from the fall and her own piss and shit, she cradled the girl's massively engorged head and face, cheeks, chins, jowls, and all, and kissed her slimy cheek as her failing body gasped for the oxygen within the canisters and tears welled up in her tiny, almond-shaped eyes, almost entirely covered by her bloated cheeks, flabby forehead, and the numerous painful pimples all over her eyelids and each fold of her face.
Ever since then, she had been bedbound. Although she could stand just a little, it was so exhausting that she preferred to lie down, leaving her with painful bedsores and pockets of soon to be necrotizing flesh. She now wore bariatric diapers, the second largest size the company made. Every day she prayed she'd never need the largest size, but she knew her gluttony and sloth would make this request pointless in the near future. They were almost always dirty and made her look like an overgrown, diseased and suffering baby. At first, she called her mother for every little stain, but after seeing the strain it took on both of them, especially the exertion of having to lift her legs and painfully peel off the diaper from her sticky, sweaty crotch and underbelly, she often sat in her own filth for anywhere from hours to days. After a while, she got accustomed to it and even almost enjoyed it. The warm sensation and new smells added to the existing set of stimuli she encountered in her miserable days. She especially enjoyed the warm, semisolid sensation on her neglected vagina, which she hadn't seen in years. After a particularly huge load (such as the time when she'd went without a change for a week) she would sometimes try press her gargantuan, perpetually full belly on her "fat pad", a flabby area on her pelvis, in the hopes of using the latter to stimulate her forgotten clitoris. Often, it worked, especially if she rubbed and played with her saggy, pancake-like breasts, or stuffed herself to the brim with food and rubbed her near-bursting belly while thrusting it against her fat pad and tiny little love button.  After these exhausting self-love sessions, Hana often reflected on why she loved the feeling of a full, overflowing diaper on her womanhood, wondering if she'd been born with a fetish for it or if it was just the best she could get these days. She decided to think it over while chugging a few 2-liters of soda, and swallowing several packages of mentos (almost hoping that perhaps her belly might finally burst and end her suffering) their sugary sweetness corroding her already ruined and rotten teeth even more, and their fizzy carbonation inflating her already stuffed, overtaxed stomach to painful new sizes she didn't know were possible, as she pissed all over herself, soaking her diaper and the bed as she moaned in pain and pleasure.