This choice: She’s throwing a tantrum for not getting her way (Lillie is fat) • Go Back... "I want more, and I want it now!"
Lillie stomped one of her thick legs in anger before crossing her equally thick arms under her flabby breasts. She glared at the cowering Aether Employee standing in front of her, who refused to even look anywhere near her as he delivered his bad news.
"W-Well, the thing is... Miss Lillie, we... we're completely out of Malasadas! We won't have any more until the next restock..."
He trailed off as Lillie took a step forwards. She was mere inches from her and, while she was still young, she was the daughter of the President and that was what really scared him.
"Don't lie to me!" Lillie hissed. "I know there's a stock reserved for important guests. Get me some from it, and I won't report you to Mother, okay?"
The Employee hesitated before nodding. They weren't supposed to touch that stockpile, but if he told the President that it was for her 'darling angel', maybe he'd get away with it. She tended to overlook things if they involved her daughter somehow.
"Y-Yes, Miss Lillie!"
Eager to get away from her, he rushed off towards the kitchens, leaving Lillie with a satisfied look on her face.
"About time... I'm absolutely starving!"
With food promised to her, Lillie began to return to her favourite chair. Partway there, she paused in front of the mirror, noticing that her clothes weren't sitting quite right.
"Stupid dress!" She complained. "Somebody didn't buy it in the right size! The only thing that fits is my hat!"
Even so, she adjusted her prized sunhat so it cast a little more shade over her cherubic face. She then moved down to her matching sundress, which was tight around her body. Between her hefty breasts, whose flesh was beginning to overflow her bra, and flabby gut, which was beginning to split into two uneven rolls, there wasn't much fabric for her lower body, meaning the hem of her beloved dress was dangerously close to her round ass.
Not entirely pleased with her ill-fitting dress, Lillie moved onto her boots, tugging at them and trying her best to loosen the holes, which were cutting quite badly into her thick thighs. Failing to fix that, Lillie sighed angrily.
"They can't get anything right!" She said, picking at her dress again. "How difficult can it be to size somebody?! And it's not like I'm fat or anything!"
Grumbling about the Aether's incompetent employees and her tight clothing, Lillie continued towards her chair, which was used by her so frequently that her buttocks were permanently imprinted into it. Falling into it, she turned on her TV and waited for her meal to reach her.
However, about five minutes later, she let out a long, irritated breath.
"How long does it take for somebody to get Malasadas?! What, is he sailing to Melemele Island or something?!"
As if in response to her complaints, somebody knocked on her door. Smiling happily and jumping to her feet, Lillie raced across her room.
Reaching the door, she took a moment to regain her breath before pulling the door open, revealing...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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