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Anya pulled up to the drive-thru window, trying not to shake as she paid by card and waited for her food. She'd started salivating the moment the golden arches had come into view, and looking over the menu only worsened the torture. She was starving. Still, she'd been good. Only one meal, no extras. A single big mac, fries and a Coke. It was still hardly health food, but it was leaps and bounds better than the feasts she normally indulged in when she had fast food. No, this was different. She hadn't come in almost a week, and even now she was only buying a single meal. She was improving her lifestyle. She was making better choices. She was... still absolutely starving. What was taking them so long? Finally, the server leaned through the window. She was a few years younger than Anya, probably still in her teens, her cheeks pink with the heat as she passed out the tiny bag. Anya took it awkwardly, reaching uncomfortably across with her left arm. She already felt cramped in the little

(contains rapid male xwg, some of it forced xwg) “What about you? You wanna give rugby a go?” The portly gym teacher asked. Mr Robinson had been scouting the hallways and outdoor areas of the high school looking for anyone willing to join the extracurricular rugby group, his team was falling short recently and needed some new members. He caught the eye of Jim, a slightly chubby guy who just happened to pass him. “Me? Oh, no I-I don’t think I’m the right fit for rugby.” Jim stuttered. Robinson eyed the guy up and down, Jim had a rather stocky build, he was wider than the average guy at school, he wasn’t fat per se, he just had more of a naturally bigger frame than most. A little gut and chunky legs wouldn’t be the worst for a rugby player, if he bulked up a bit, he’d have potential. “Try it out anyway, you never know, you could be a big rugby star in the making.” Mr Robinson said playfully. Jim stopped to think for a second before nodding his head in agreement. “Alright, can’t hurt