"Well, the big reason I let the big girl hang out like this." Chista smacks the side of her belly; the heavy sphere jostles with a wet slosh. "There simply aren't a lot of tailors in the Borderlands who can make an outfit to accommodate my size, even without this big cauldron sloshing around. It already costs twice what the average adventure pays to keep my leather armor up to snuff! I don't even want to think about how much it would cost to cover up fully."

"Second is that it's comfortable! It's nice feeling the cool breeze on my gut." Chista drums her fingers atop her belly as it burbles. "Not to mention no need to worry about ruining my outfit when it inevitable swells twice it's size when I eat something." Another deep groan rumbles from Chista's belly. "I can't really control how noise the big gal gets, that's just a side effect of such a big digestive tract. So what can you do about it?"