Rahne Sinclair let loose a drawn out, deep belch as she sat herself into the crater imprint left onto the couch from all the hours she spent sitting there. With a small whimper, the Scot moved her hand to snatch another pint of ice cream, this one being, "Chocolate fudge supreme explosion". She pulled off the lid from the dessert, and scooped up a chunk of the ice cream, shoving it into her stained lips. Frowning, she dropped the spoon onto her side, lifting the pint to her lips, tilting her head back she let the ice cream flow into her maw, letting the chocolate slop enter and add onto her girth she developed.
Ever since the death of her son, the redhead was stuck in depression, a horrible case that is, but attempting to overeat on ice cream didn't work, until she started binging on other fatty woods to "cure" herself, sporting a new belly in the next few weeks. Growing and growing as Rahne indulged and stuffed herself, leading to her current state on the couch.
With a grunt, Rahne lowered the pint and belched again, huffing slightly as she brought a hand to her the pudgy gut that grown in the middle, small droplets of ice cream on the orb, shifting her body to the side, the redhead grunted as a small fart escaped her ass. “God bless, ice cream..”
“What died in here?” Theresa Cassidy, Siryn, stepped into the room, her fingers pinning her nostrils shot as she scanned the room, the obvious answer being her teammate, chugging down ice cream and letting it flow on to the rest of her.
“She's getting bad, y'know." Theresa spoke, stirring a spoon into her coffee. “And you think I care?” Monet responded, giving the redhead a sigh, biting into some buttered toast.
“Well, she's our teammate! And you know.... depressed.” Siryn whispered out the last part, putting her spoon to the side and taking a long sip from her coffee.
“Well, do you think we're going to solve miss ice cream's problems over there?” She stared down at her toast, and then at a smiling redhead. Monet brought her head down and sighed, “Alright, go call Lorna why don't you?”
Theresa brought her hands together and clapped, jumping out of her seat and running towards the hall, leaving Monet alone to eat her breakfast. “I live with a bunch of morons.” She sighed, biting into her toast. “Ye goin' to finish that?” Rahne asked, staring down Theresa's coffee cup.
Another quick sigh was release, “Knock yourself out.” And Rahne grabbed the cup, chugging down the coffee as she walked away. Monet dropping her head as she heard a burp come from the petite woman.
“Alright, ladies, it's just us girls. So you know what that means? Road trip, bitches!!” Lorna raised her hands up, the green haired beauty spinning in her outfit.“And you're here to enjoy it, fatass.” She slid up her sunglasses as a finger pressed into the soft middle of Rahne's gut.
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