adora • lookism

20. Shoebox Studio (2)

" ... thank you Mr. VwV, thank you Mr. Rabbit, and thank you Mr. Asdf!"

<958: aww, can't you stay on for 10 more minutes? i seriously can't get enough of riri in that outfit>

Feeling Yui's subtle poke to her side, Ari obligingly stood up and did another little turn for the camera, her hands clasped together behind her back.

"Thank you for the balloons, Mr 958," Yui called, sweet like sugar wouldn't melt in her mouth. "But still, we can't~"

<958: or just 5 mins?>

<958: 2 min, just 2min!!>

<Y: Let them go. They're students, they'll need time to do homework and get ready for school tomorrow.>

<958: ㅠ﹏ㅠ>

Yui paused to allow a few more sponsored messages, and then turned off the stream with a final word of farewell.

Carrying an air of immense satisfaction, Yui turned to Ari and began to knead her cheek gleefully. "My little fortune cookie, have I ever told you how much I adore you?"

"Every time we do this," Ari said, frantically panting for air. Near the end of the stream, she had had to limit herself to short, shallow breaths so she could keep her gut sucked in. Now that the stream was finally over, she hurriedly hooked a thumb into the band of her skirt and lifted it away from her body to give her food baby some room. "I'm! So! Full! I seriously think I'm going to explode!"

"That's why I told you to eat in moderation," Yui nagged, beginning to clean up the containers on the desk. "We aren't mukbang streamers, you didn't have to eat everything. And dessert on top of that!"

"Food shouldn't be wasted. Ugh..." Ari straightened up and then bent in half, contorting uncomfortably on the chair to find a position that would lessen the pressure on her stomach. "Besides, if I'm not supposed to eat it, then why does it taste so good?"

"Whatever, piglet. I'll go down to toss these," said Yui, lifting the plastic bag full of empty food containers. "Try not to throw up on the floor. Go sit next to the toilet if you have to."

"I'll be fine soon," Ari gasped. "Wait a bit so I can go with you."

"Nah, I don't want the smell of doenjang stew to stick more to the bed or my other shit. Just stay here."

Ari opened her mouth to protest more. Unfortunately, she really wasn't in a state to be running around, and the door was already closing behind Yui.

Ari leaned her head back against the chair with a humph. In an attempt to speed up her digestion, she slowly began waving her arms and kicking her legs. Push ups or jumping jacks might have been more effective, but it seemed a bad idea to shake her torso too much. Better to stay sitting to be safe.

In the midst of doing her best rendition of a flipped-over turtle doing weight training, Ari turned her head and spotted Yui's keys on the desk. There was a problem here, but what...

It took a minute for the realization to kick in: Yui had only taken her phone, quite certainly forgetting that the intercom was broken.

Ari tugged her waistband back over her stomach with a loud huff of suffering. Keys in hand, she struggled up to her feet and waddled out the door. It felt about twice as long as usual to get her heavy body to the elevator, and it was a gargantuan effort of will to lumber out of the lurching elevator and down the winding hall to the condo's secluded parking lot, a covered area outside where they also kept their disposal.

Somehow, Ari persevered all the way without any mishap. She opened the door to the parking lot with a sigh of relief.

But no one was waiting outside.