Though there was probably plenty to do at Morphia that interested Dratina, she thought that she just could easily experience what the resort has to offer tomorrow. That wasn’t even mentioning how tired she felt from the long bus ride over and the incredibly filling dinner.
Through the many halls of the resort, Dratina started to make it back to her room. She passed by the occasional grouping of guests, who would usually be chatting it up enthusiastically. She wondered if these were connections created prior to their arrival here, or if others were much more adept at flourishing in social situations. Either way, it did comfort the shy morph to have already acquainted herself with someone new here.
Eventually, Dratina found herself back at her temporary abode. The absolute luxury of the room had not lost its luster in the hours she had spent at dinner; it was still completely above any living situation Dratina had ever had before.
The pudgy morph slowly wriggled out of her clothes so that she could change into some nightwear, the bloating of her stomach having already helped her shirt across half the journey off her upper body. Once her shirt and jeans were off, Dratina began to inspect her body a bit more thoroughly in the mirror.
Dratina was very familiar with her own chubby body from always having concerns about her weight and her figure in the back of her mind. Yes, the shape of the morph in the mirror staring back at her was one she knew very well. The slight distended appearance of her stomach did introduce a bit of unfamiliarity, having extended the breadth of her gut just a couple more inches, but the general plumpness of her form was all the same.
As she examined her body, she thought back to what Lyla had said during dinner. Would she be more content with herself if she didn’t worry as much about her weight? She couldn’t really give a straight answer anymore, though she certainly thought she had needed to lose some weight just this morning. Maybe she would be a bit happier if she stopped worrying so much about how heavy she was, even if that meant getting a bit more chubby in the process. But Dratina still wasn’t sure.
As she laid in bed that night, the Dratini morph was still plagued with the same conflicting thoughts. Would I be happier fat?
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