This choice: Aria becomes very very fat • Go Back... (The fool that posted that last chapter, that was frigging shameful of you. Learn about context, ya nignog.)
Ariya decided to stick around the place where the man had dumped the food the night before, hoping to get lucky again. Her decision was the right one, as the same man threw out more perfectly good food in black trash bags the next night....and the next night....and the next night....and so on. And each night, Ariya would open the trash bags and gorge herself on the food contained with in until it was all within her belly, before making her way into the alleyway she had made into her current residence to sleep on a overfull stomach, letting it digest. While Ariya had lost track of time a while back, it had been two weeks since she had first decided to camp the alleyway for a consistent meal. Her constant gorging had internal effects as well as the obvious external ones: her stomach got used to being crammed full of food, so it stretched out and hurt less every time she ate her ‘dinner’. Her hunger pains also slowly faded away from her having a constant source of food.
Her body was showing the signs of her gorging even more then a normal person’s would, due to her having gone without proper food for a long while, and her body desperately trying to build the fat back up she had lost. Her body thickened quite quickly, her thighs going from bony to thick to always touching, and her butt becoming much larger and far less firm. Her waist filled out, her ribs now buried in a layer of fat and a nice set of love handles framed her larger, round gut, which was as big as it had been after her first gorge. Her breasts were bigger then before, but still rather small. Her arms had gotten chunky, and her paws had swelled slightly. Her face had filled out a bit, and the beginnings of a second chin was visible. Ariya was grateful for this, as not only was it a layer of warmth the ratty clothes she currently wore sorely lacked, it was also a layer of protection she had for whenever she had to move on...if she could move on.
While every concurrent day risked either the man not throwing food out the next day or her increasingly fat ass getting caught, Ariya found she couldn’t move on from the location she was currently in. The constant stream of food she was getting was a luxury she couldn’t afford to lose, and she couldn’t guarantee that wherever she ended up next would have the same opportunity.
So, she decided to stay put, as her other options were no good.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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