This choice: Snapped, and decided enough was enough and that this fat had to go. • Go Back...Chapter #4Snapped, and decided enough was enough and that... by: Rubarbstreet   "Oh, come on!" Martha hissed to herself. Her jeans snapping open like that was a wake up call. Here she was, Dr. Martha Jones, medical professional, life-saving adventurer, stuffing herself into fatness because she was depressed about a guy. Sure, this wasn't just any guy, and Martha wasn't so mad at herself that she was mad at the Doctor as well, but still the point remained. She couldn't let herself be forever in this depression, and she just as certainly couldn't let her body go to pot without a fight.
Martha wore a determined expression as she sucked her gut in and carefully buttoned her jeans. She tugged her shirt down over them. They were tight, not just across her stomach but around her thighs and now much meatier behind, but she could put up with the discomfort until they fit perfectly again. Her shirt was stretched too snugly around her middle and breasts, as well, showing unsightly bulges growing underneath. But this was temporary, she told herself with a firm resolve.
She wouldn't let herself stay in this sorry state. She also wouldn't let the Doctor, whose recent distance was part of the cause of her own depression and weight gain, remain so aloof and listless. He seemed to have been running pointless errands for weeks now, doing busy work, leaving Martha with little to distract herself. Both of them had to pull themselves out of this funk. Martha would get them traveling to exotic locals again, helping locals when necessary, and living the exciting, satisfying life she remembered when she first boarded the TARDIS.
But first, Martha thought as she walked towards the control room as fast as she could in jeans that were almost painfully restricting her waist and thighs, I need to get back into shape. That parts of her were jiggling when they shouldn't be with ever step was only adding to her resolve.
The Doctor busy doing something no doubt technical and highly futuristic under the TARDIS's console when Martha stormed in and spoke with a command she hadn't since she had fallen into her depressed, gluttonous mood.
"Doctor! Listen here!"
The Doctor popped up, a thick cord between her teeth and a small, handheld radar-looking device in one hand.
"Mmpph?" he mumbled. Martha definitely had his attention.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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