/co/ aradiachub drabble

Aradia shifted, her hands lazily reaching for her rear as she blinked the last of the sleepiness from her eyes. The turmoil of her habitual tossing and turning in bed had successfully tangled her in her own clothes, the far-too-loose shirt riding up her plump body and twisting in on itself. She could feel her frame wobbling as she righted the garment, grunting in irritation and peeling it off of herself in frustration.

The rustblood was beginning to regret not alchemizing larger underwear the previous night; she still wore the plain red panties that had come with her god tier ensemble, although they were much too small for her growing body. Sliding her fingers under the waist, the constricting elastics were visibly digging into her soft flesh, thick red lines marring the oozing flab of her torso. It was a short while before she managed to right the offending undergarments into a reasonably comfortable position, although they still hugged her thick hips far too much for her approval, squeezing the pillowy, finely-trimmed mound of fat that was her pubic area and disappearing into the abyss between the Aries' thunderous thighs. A few more tugs, to fish the fabric out from her enticingly wide rump and dispel the wedgie she had built up overnight, and she was finally content with her underwear to start the day proper.

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Yawning, Aradia turned to the sizzling pan, poking the small pile of sausages within with her fork. She was hungry, damn it, and the oblong meat products were cooking at a dreadfully slow pace. With a huff of frustration, she turned on her heel, pacing back and forth along the small kitchen, clad only in her still-uncomfortably-tight underwear, trying not to think too much about the delicious smell wafting from the pan. Several minutes later, she gave a frustrated growl, glared at the innocent sausages, and decided she had waited long enough, before grabbing a small plate and furiously forking her breakfast onto it.

It was a miracle that she managed to fit all of them on one tiny plate, but a few moments later she triumphantly dropped her meal onto the table, sausages still sizzling and gleaming with grease. A quick trip to the fridge later and she had a mostly-full carton of milk gripped in one hand, unceremoniously plopping herself onto the wooden chair and digging in.

Her ass was bulging over the sides of the poor chair somewhat, but she was too busy devouring her sausages to notice. One bite was all it took for the rustblood to lose herself in the heavenly taste, and she quickly abandoned her fork in favor of spearing the meat on her clawed fingers and ripped large chunks out of it viciously. There was only a brief pause between bites, and when the first sausage had vanished into her significantly less-rumbling tummy, she gave a moan of bliss.

One became two, and two became four, as she packed away her breakfast with astonishing speed, stopping only to either suck the juices from her fingers or to guzzle down several mouthfuls of milk straight from the carton. Before long, all that remained of the meal was a greasy plate and an equally greasy Aradia, swallowing one last gulp of milk and sighing in content. What was left of her sausages dribbled down her cheeks, the occasional droplet managing to reach her bare chest. The carton of milk was almost empty as well, although there was enough left to warrant saving for later.

Happily full, the troll stood, stretching her thick arms above her head, before idly scratching her full belly and letting a deep belch of satisfaction rumble from her lips. The plate was casually tossed into the sink, the carton returned to it's place in the refridgerator, and with a curt nod to nobody in particular, Aradia turned and began trudging back upstairs; she figured it was about time to actually put some clothes on.

Assuming she still had any that fit. The poor girl just couldn't understand why she seemed to be outgrowing all of her outfits recently. Maybe it was a growth spurt.