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Ty'Ron let out a satisfied sighed as he let his belly relax over his dress pants, adjusting the rim of his pants to fit snuggly to his waist. He quickly grabbed for his belt and wrapped around his waistband, enclosing it with a quick buckle before it virtually disappeared underneath his overhanging stomach. Continuing his morning routine, he grabbed his white crew shirt and threw it over himself, wiggling his ears as he forced his head through the hole for his head. He pulled his shirt down, trying to cover up most of his girth, only for them hem of his shirt to stop sort of an inch of the same leaving for a sliver of belly to be exposed. He quickly threw on his jacket, trying desperately to close it to no avail. It had been ages since he was able to close his Starfleet-issued uniform jacket. Normally, this would be the point where he would sigh in self-reflection, wondering just how he let himself go like this only for the answer to come via his grumbling stomach. But not today. Not anymore.

“Looking round as always, Admiral Xanthus…” the plump feline said with a grin, lifting his shirt to reveal his round belly to his mirror. He knew that his weight had been an issue with his superiors for a long while now, but lately he found himself a lot more comfortable in his own skin. Maybe it was his newfound friendship with Kodai. Maybe it was the boost in strength he received after awakening the power of his crystal. Maybe he just finally stopped giving a shit. Either way, Ty'Ron Xanthus couldn't be happier with who he was. He was pulled back to reality by the sound of his grumbling stomach, which earned a chuckle from his throat.

“Sounds like it's time for breakfast…”

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Ty'Ron let out a satisfied sighed as he let his belly relax over his dress pants, adjusting the rim of his pants to fit snuggly to his waist. He quickly grabbed for his belt and wrapped around his waistband, enclosing it with a quick buckle before it virtually disappeared underneath his overhanging stomach. Continuing his morning routine, he grabbed his white crew shirt and threw it over himself, wiggling his ears as he forced his head through the hole for his head. He pulled his shirt down, trying to cover up most of his girth, only for them hem of his shirt to stop sort of an inch of the same leaving for a sliver of belly to be exposed. He quickly threw on his jacket, trying desperately to close it to no avail. It had been ages since he was able to close his Starfleet-issued uniform jacket. Normally, this would be the point where he would sigh in self-reflection, wondering just how he let himself go like this only for the answer to come via his grumbling stomach. But not today. Not anymore.

“Looking round as always, Admiral Xanthus…” the plump feline said with a grin, lifting his shirt to reveal his round belly to his mirror. He knew that his weight had been an issue with his superiors for a long while now, but lately he found himself a lot more comfortable in his own skin. Maybe it was his newfound friendship with Kodai. Maybe it was the boost in strength he received after awakening the power of his crystal. Maybe he just finally stopped giving a shit. Either way, Ty'Ron Xanthus couldn't be happier with who he was. He was pulled back to reality by the sound of his grumbling stomach, which earned a chuckle from his throat.

“Sounds like it's time for breakfast…”