Retiring
Added 2025-02-18 17:00:05 +0000 UTCHarley's belt groaned lowly as she crammed another breakfast sandwich into her mouth, cheeks puffed out as she hardly took the time to even chew. When she swallowed the food hit her gut with some resistance, and then with a soft 'fwoomp', it was finally enough to push her gut free from the confines of her pants.
'Aw geez...' For a moment, Harley felt embarrassed, perhaps even worried... but then, she just shrugged it off and continued eating. Did it really matter? The stupid game was being shut down, not like she'd have to be in fighting condition any time soon, and having to look decent was a worry of the past.
Every bite was a little more cathartic than the last, though every bite also brought her closer to absolutely bursting out of her wardrobe. Sure, her jacket and gloves fit just fine, but all the added poundage meant her shirt, pants, and even her thigh-highs were quickly reaching their last legs... pun not intended.
"Thish'll- -FHhuUOrp- teasch' em." Harley grumbled, ketchup dribbling onto her chest. "Nexsh't time they want me in a game they'll -HhuuRp- haph'ta pay t'get me to diet... put sh'ome extra money in my -HbbBBhffuUuuRp- pocket..." Flawed logic, maybe, but with days of binging making her lethargic and slow, that wasn't surprising.
Of course, had she known that the game's offline mode would remain intact, she might've hesitated to so thoroughly destroy her figure, but revelations like that could always come a few days and a few dozen pounds later...
