tartarean-inferno:
“At least you’re self aware.” Shadow Weaver strides forward, doing her best to hide her nerves. It’s not every day you’re face to face with someone as pretty as Vee, bloated to the absolute brim. She places her hands on Veronica’s stomach, pressing them in as she speaks.
“That hardly excuses you for doing this in the first place. Look at you; You’re more balloon than woman, and there’s a lot of woman.” She prods one of the doughier parts of Veronica’s belly. Evidently, the path of least resistance for ignoring her nerves is bullying Veronica. It’s easier to be mean than admit thirst.
She shivers as those hands touch her stomach, and as soon as it’s being pressed into Vee burps - not as loud as one would expect, and to her credit she does cover her mouth. She’s a glutton, not a slob.
The blush on her face though, clear as day, makes the freckles on her soft cheeks stand out. Hating to admit it but the pushing and poking actually helps Veronica feel better, some parts of her stomach very tight, other parts near her sides rather soft and doughy.
“Oh dang, are you calling me fat? First time I’ve heard that. Thank you for bringing it to my attention.” Sarcasm sarcasm.














