Shima huffed in anger, trying to force his shirt over his belly to no avail. It had been nearly two years since his endless hunger began, and he had only recently been able to even marginally slow down his weight gain. His belly bound him to the ground, a perpetual reminder of his inability to lose his weight or to stop eating. He had even put up wanted ads for people to tend to him, and a few did enter his service. He groaned and gazed at his shirt, stretched thin, as his chin pressed into his neck. His stomach roared, demanding food be delivered to it at once. His attendants immediately began to bring him food and feed it to him to sate his hunger, but the satisfaction would only last so long before his weight went up a few more pounds.