Jack decided to try working out again. She had to do something about her weight, and fast. She was filling up with so much fat and her body was getting so large.
Every inch of her was soft and smooth, cream-like in texture. Creases were developing on her sides, love-handles were gushing out of her jeans, and her butt wouldn't stop getting flabbier. Jack quickly put on a blue two-piece (she didn't have many other outfits to choose from), got everything else together, and rushed out the door.
She ran the entire way to the recreation room. She was already out of breath and sweating by the time she arrived. She had once been able to traverse hectic battlefields without so much as breaking a sweat. Now she couldn't handle going down 6 decks. Jack had thought herself better than this.
She placed a hand on her stomach. She shook it and watched it wobble. She suddenly felt hungry, but tried to ignore it. 'fucking hell, just how much work do I have to do to lose this porky gut of mine? And how can I avoid eating the food when there's so much of it, and it's all so fucking good?' She heard the pudgy tummy gurgle, It was getting more difficult to ignore.
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