Nemona, The Chubby Champion

I am somewhat selective with who I RP with. I value at least a bit of literacy, and also not constantly spamming me with requests to RP. Spamming me makes me less likely to want to RP with you. I’m also busy a lot of the time. I’m a college student with ADHD. Be patient if I don’t respond immediately. Thank you.

“Blegh!…man, I smell *foul*…I *really* need to shower…buuuuut I also wanna keep practicing for my eating contests…and for Pokémon battles…uh, I might just have to live with smelling like a Garbodor, haha…”

“Pretty good! A lotta Pokémon battles, a lotta eating battles…I had a fun time! But man, the fatter I get, the more the summer heat gets to me…I’m constantly sweating buckets, and it’s getting pretty hard to get around these days. I might have to get myself a mobility scooter soon!”

“Sure thing! I’m always down for a battle, whether it’s a Pokémon battle or an eating battle!…although, I guess if we fought an eating battle, our appetites would be pretty satisfied by the end of that, haha…ooo, maybe we could do a Pokémon battle followed by an eating battle! That’d be perfect!”

“Man, you’re such a shameless weirdo…but if you’re gonna pay for me to stuff myself at an all you can eat buffet, I guess I can’t turn that down. But like…you know I’m a competitive eater these days, right? Like, I can put away a scary amount of food. Your wallet’s gonna be begging for mercy by the time I’m feeling satisfied.”

“Sure! Send this chubby champion some asks!”

“Ough…*definitely* take me to dinner first. I’m starving…”

“…a lot gassier, haha…”

//Writer is about to go on vacation, so I might take a bit to answer your asks lol

Nemona let out a cheeks-filling belch. It was clear that this was a losing fight. Each little burp threatened to bring with it a torrent of vomit.

“And not thrown up? Seventy hot dogs. I could feel my stomach trying not to burst! If we count throwing up and continuing eating, I ate 120 hot dogs one time before I threw in the towel. I barfed a good handful of times, and pretty hard, but I just wanted to see how far I could take things if I allowed myself to puke and then keep going. I don’t usually do that though! I stop after I’ve puked once…usually.”

“Yeah, that tends to happen when you eat several pounds of junk food for all ten meals of the day. My massive body is just a testament to how dedicated I am to competitive eating! It’s uh, getting a bit harder to get around though…”

“Doing good! Earlier I managed to eat fifty hot dogs in one sitting! I’m gonna ace this eating contest for sure!”

“Huh? Oh yeah, these things? I guess my arms are pretty fat…I never really paid attention to them until you pointed them out. They’re all saggy and jiggly…and pretty fun to play with…”

“Aww, I’m glad I can be an inspiration to a fellow Pokémon trainer and weight gainer! I hope you win all your battles and get fatter than a Snorlax!”

“Hey, just because I eat until I’m sick, puke, and then continue eating, doesn’t mean I’m a slob! It just means I’m dedicated to practicing my competitive eating! If I’m puking, then that just means my capacity isn’t big enough, and I need to stretch my gut out! And how else do you do that besides eating more? Also, yeah, I do burp and fart a lot when I eat, but that’s just to make room for more food!”

“Sure! Ask away!”