After a rough night of street fighting, nothing beats a good stop at a fast-food joint to recharge and treat yourself to some greasy comfort food. Alyssa and Megan, still buzzing from the adrenaline, slip into a quiet alleyway and settle on the concrete steps of an old staircase. Their bags are stuffed with food — a well-earned reward after the fight. Well, mostly for Alyssa, who was the one throwing punches. Megan, her coach, hadn’t broken a sweat… but that didn’t stop her from ordering enough food for a whole team. Megan, bigger than Alyssa, went all-in: veggie burgers stacked high, crispy onion rings, and fries galore. Alyssa, more reserved, only got herself two or three burgers — trying to keep it modest. Under the flickering neon lights and graffiti-covered walls, Megan’s already tearing into her fourth burger, while Alyssa is still working on her second. Megan pops open the button on her pants, letting her belly spill out with pride. She exhales loudly and grins. “Ahhh… maintenant ça c’est le bonheur,” she says, patting her stomach. “You should loosen up, girl! C’mon, your stomach’s growling louder than a Harley. Just enjoy, t’as gagné!” Alyssa looks away, slightly embarrassed. She mutters something about three burgers being enough… but her stomach betrays her with another loud grumble. What Megan doesn’t know is that Alyssa is hiding a much bigger secret — literally. If she let herself go, she could devour fifty burgers without blinking. But she keeps that part of herself hidden. She doesn’t want Megan — her best friend — to know that she’s actually even heavier than her, and it stings, especially when Megan struts around like she’s the queen of indulgence.
