She walked the hall with her head down, wearing her not unusual frown. One arm was occupied holding her textbooks, but the other was unfortunately free, idly poking at her belly as the bulge peeked out from under her shirt. “Peeked” being an understatement. She pressed into her bulk and watched it deform like dough, lightly grabbed a roll of pudge and pulled at it, watching her sea of orange and white fur wobble and jiggle.Her frown deepened. She hated being fat.*gurgle*Her belly rum
HNTBL: Rash And Ashamed
By: TheDragonBoy
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