"Alright, fine." said Adam. "Go ahead and leave. Try and make it on your own. But don't come crying to me when you're as big as a house."
"Don't worry, I won't." you say flippantly as you walk past Adam. You don't want to run the risk of anyone in the front of the store seeing you without clothes, so you sneak out the back door. Immediately to your right you see a bright green dumpster with the name of the store on it. You lift up the lid and see scores of discarded clothes. Some have gaping holes, others have stains, but all of them must have been unsellable.
Picking through the dumpster, you find something that will cover you up: A pair of grey basketball shorts (meant for a fur easily three times your size, so you have to hold them up yourself) and a red t-shirt that just hangs off of you (again, clearly meant for a fur hundreds of pounds bigger than you.)
"Beggars can't be choosers..."
Continuing down the alley, you're heeding Adam's advise. Just by looking at your slim frame, any resident of Zaftig City will immediately know you're an outsider. Though some of these people seem nice, they might have ulterior motives. Adam was a great example of that. He seemed willing to help a total stranger until he started getting pushy about fattening you up. So by sticking to alleys, you're less likely of running into another fur than walking around on the street.
After some time wandering through the alleys of Zaftig City, your stomach starts to growl. When was the last time you ate? You cannot remember. But the pains in your stomach are intense; you need food right away.
Peaking your head out of the alley, you scope out the area. A print shop, some accountancy firm, some government offices, but nothing food-related. But if you squint your eyes, you think you see a supermarket a few blocks down the road. It appears to be one of those large chain grocers and not a mom-and-pop store. You have no money on you, and you don't want to go down that route of pleading to strangers again, but you might be able to swipe something of the shelves. Your shorts have no pockets, but your clothes are so loose and baggy on you that you can easily smuggle something out of that supermarket. Hell, you could probably sneak an entire feast out with your tent-like clothes.
But then again, you might get caught stealing, and you're not in the mood to develop a relationship with the Zaftig City police. Besides, this whole town seems a bit off, and you don't know how they punish criminals around here.
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