>>57018120Why did Lucian do this?
With a bit of effort, Lucian heaved himself off of the mattress and stretched his arms above his head, letting his belly hang over his thighs and slosh beneath his struggling shirt. The new heft weighed him down significantly, stirring a grunt out of the elite as he struggled to rebalance himself. Once he collected his bearings, he recalled Espeon into its ball, stuffed it into his pocket, and casually sauntered out of the room as if nothing had ever happened.
Cynthia felt the world around her rock and sway, causing her to cringe and clench her nails into the ridges of his stomach walls. Swallowing her building nausea, she redoubled her efforts and summoned just enough energy to continue kicking, making the organ ripple with every strike of the legs. Her sense of direction was knocked out of balance as her head was filled with the sloshing of her prison; left and right, up and down blended together into a single, confusing mass as she was thrown into the slick muscle repeatedly. Still, she pushed through these feelings of vertigo and continued to struggle, the only thing on her mind was preventing her fate as future fat. Fat on someone she once considered a trusted friend, at that.
"Are you listening to me? This is no way to defeat me, it's... i-it's cheating! I thought you were better than this...!"
Fingers cupping the curve of his underbelly, Lucian made his way through the hotel’s hallways. Lugging the woman around made movement awkward, and he could feel her full weight shift against his thighs with every step, but he eventually found a rhythm that let him take confident strides across the carpeted floor. He held his chin high and his posture was perfect, carrying his usual airs of grace despite the utterly dumbfounded stares of everyone that he passed by. How could they ignore the huge, churning swell spilling off of his otherwise slender body, which visibly threatened to burst the buttons of his suit at any moment?
