Chocolate soda pop: All the cravings of chocolate (in this case the craving being more soda along with greasy food), all the fun of soda! Enjoy this welcoming gift, you fool!
Cretum has a habit of eating more often than not, simply snacking on whatever junk food she has lying around. In this case, it’s a pack of soda she found shoved in the back of her fridge, acquired in bulk the last time she had to go into town. She had no idea why it was so cheap, but she’s hardly complaining about two sixpacks for less than a dollar.
The taste is... Odd, but not bad. It’s almost one of those things you keep drinking just to try and figure out what you’re tasting. Before long Cretum’s emptied a can and moved onto the next, partially still trying to figure out what she’s drinking, but also just enjoying the taste now that she’s gotten used to it.
Evidently, her stomach is enjoying it too, letting out a series of quiet gurgles as the soda pours into it, getting a bit louder with each can. By the time she’s finished the first pack, it’s almost constantly groaning, bubbling and quietly sloshing with its contents. Despite being somewhat full, she pushed herself away from her desk and trudged into her mealblock, scratching her slightly rounded tummy.
Rather than carrying another pack to her desk, she just plops down and starts drinking them in the mealblock. She’s moved on from just sipping at her drink, almost pouring it down her throat in an attempt to satisfy her desire for more. If anything, however, it only makes it worse, the gas collecting in her stomach making her feel hungry despite how full she is.
It’s about halfway through the second pack that the reason for their price becomes evident. Every little movement made the soda inside her fizz, just a bit more gas escaping to bloat the seadweller with each moment. After over an entire pack, the amount of gas being produced starts to get troublesome.
Cretum’s hoodie, normally baggy and loose-fitting, starts to strain with the stomach within, its seams getting just a bit tighter with every moment. She’s naturally somewhat pudgy, a life of inactivity and ample snacking having left her rather round, but the stomach currently pressing out from her is a different matter. It extends nearly a foot in front of her, almost entirely pushing her legs out of sight.
Despite how full she is, however, Cretum is still hungry. The gas filling her feels like a void, and her body is begging to have it filled. Even when the soda runs out, both packs drained in their entirety, she keeps eating, reaching for anything and everything in her fridge, shoveling it down as if she’s starving. As far as she or her stomach are concerned, she is.
She only stops when she can’t reach anymore food. She looks like a beached whale, lying on top of a stomach now larger than the rest of her, a mix of gas and junk food leaving her completely unable to move. She feels full, her body finally differentiating between the gas and hunger, but some part of her still wants more of the soda.
She makes a mental note to get a few more packs the next time she goes shopping.
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