More Cyberpunk nonsense, this time with a bit of narrative?!
Not wanting to be like all the other octogenarians bumbling around Night City, Rogue sought a new way to cement her name in infamy. The pounds piled on as if she was a hedonistic overeater all her life. Cybernetic mods kept her muscles strong enough to carry any weight her rapidly growing weight her gut threw at her. Those same mods let her rapidly digest everything as well, it's just that she retains everything she digested.
It didn't hurt that the layers of flab she amassed covered up and softened the wrinkles on her face that her advanced age brought her. It was slightly cheaper than going to the ripperdoc to do the same, and a LOT more fun.
When asked how she manage to gain ten times her body weight in only a year, she gave only a single word. In between wet gulps of food that only *mostly* went down her throat she grunted "hunger".
Idle-Minded
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