chapter 23 : tattered

Shameful, useless, and cumbersome flesh bounced out of control as the formerly famed Weasel ran away in the alley. She who used to be the most successful street urchin of Malgoren’s shanty towns was now reduced to a waddling, out of shape, and obese mess. Covered in bruises, friction burns, and cuts from her fight and followed struggles to escape the shop, she had fled once more, but this time it was disgust and pity that saved her, not her skill or agility.

Tears were filling Sarya’s eyes, tears of pain, humiliation, and self-loathing. Her clothes were tattered, exposing her oversized breasts to any onlooker in the alley, and revealing a body so thick with fat it was no longer merely rejected by societal norms, but by the mere architecture of the city itself. Sarya’s denial was over now, and it dawned upon her that she never in her whole life saw a woman so overfed, so decadent, and so gluttonous that her belly rested on her thighs, or that her hips brushed the sides of most doors. She was, in fact, the fattest person she ever met, and had been so for a while now, made as such by her own delusions and rampant hedonism.

Too exhausted to move any further, the overfed criminal slowed down, her ungainly run downgrading to a slow walk, until she simply collapsed on the ground, sitting her massive backside on a patch of grass and overgrowth sprouting in an abandoned backyard. Night wasn’t there yet… and she was half-naked. Better to sit there, hidden in the alley, and wait for the darkness to travel through the city. She experienced enough shame already without being arrested by the city watch. Would the cells even fit her?

Dark thoughts smothered the former street urchin in a lullaby of self-pity and disgust, putting her to sleep and guiding her toward nightmares of rampant gluttony, with visions of backbreaking breasts crushing her lungs, sprawling belly aprons swallowing her legs, and pillowy limbs gone vestigial in their fat casing. Her sleep was not restful in the slightest.

She woke up hours later, her cheeks wet with tears, shivering in the cold night, an odd call back to her youth spent in the streets of the shanty towns. Back then, however, she never struggled to get up from the ground, and sneaking through the streets was never such a difficult task.

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It took Sarya everything she had to return to the Three Calices in her state. On the way back, she got noticed more than a few times, but her obese exposed form was such an odd sight that people either blinked in disbelief or looked away in confusion and discomfort, no one daring approaching this fat pariah waddling across the capital.

Not daring entering the inn by the main door, not in her state, Sarya instead went around, slipping into a side alley and toward the service door used for deliveries. Parts of the alley were so cluttered with crates and barrels that the fat girl had to squeeze sideways through the piles, which made the brunette shiver in fear from the recent trauma of getting stuck. Still, she wasn’t quite too big to navigate these parts, and the service door wasn’t so narrow shifting her shoulders couldn’t suffice to squeeze through.

Once inside, the former thief snatched a cook’s apron, which barely managed to cover her tits, and quickly raced toward her room, drawing confused looks and worried glances from those that knew her and noticed her tattered state.

Before long, Lucy was by her side, with a wet cloth and healing salve in hands, tending to her lover and listening to the horrible tale of the recent events. If love and care were at the forefront of Lucy’s thoughts as she listened, more was happening in the back of her mind. Hate against Evelyn was flowing through the blonde’s mind, but there were also selfish, indulgent worries.

Would this traumatic event steal from her the Sarya she adored? What would happen to the girl that bit into life so fully she didn’t care for her waistline? What would become of the hedonism, pleasure seeking, and appetite she learned to associate with her plump lover? Lucy didn’t know how to handle Sarya expressing so much hate and disgust toward the parts of her she loved the most passionately, the most viscerally.

As Sarya was sobbing and talking about dieting, losing weight, and getting her old figure back, all Lucy was thinking about was how she could make Sarya learn to love her opulent body, now that denial was out of the window…