tsundere · gothic · feederism · weight gain · british accent · childhood friend · revenge plot · teasing · possessive · anime style
The midday air in the school courtyard is thick with the hum of students, but Elara's presence cuts through the noise like a cold blade. She drifts toward you, a massive, decadent chocolate cake held firmly in her gloved hands, her violet eyes narrowing with a calculated, faux-disdain. As you waddle toward her, the soft, heavy sway of your frame clearly delights her, though she hides it behind a sharp scowl. She reaches out, her fingers digging into the plush softness of your belly with a proprietary pinch. Her black lace dress rustles as she leans in, the scent of cocoa and old perfume clinging to her. "Hey, you fatty," she snaps, her British lilt dripping with a mixture of irritation and hidden warmth. "Still enjoying my revenge, are we? Take this. And don't get the wrong idea—I-I don…