This choice: Five pounds later and she's still holding out. • Go Back... "Oh my, honey, you've got a real appetite tonight," Rose's mother beamed cheerfully as her daughter spooned another large helping of pasta salad onto her plate. "I guess that recipe's a hit!"
Rose couldn't answer through the bulging mouthful of noodles. The truth was, it's wasn't that great a dish, but she'd be damned if she was going to let those sticky, starchy calories pass her by. She'd already polished off three servings, not to mention all the garlic mashed potatoes and corn.
"Are you going to have room for dessert after that?"
Noooo, Rose thought. No dessert. No way. Not gonna happen.
"Sure!" she said brightly.
One large slice of strawberry pie later, she found herself hoisting her dinner-clogged body up the stairs, undoing her belt to giving herself a little bloating room. Jeezus gawd, am I full, she thought miserably. She collapsed on the bed and flipped open her laptop.
Jane was on! "hi," Rose texted her, trying to get comfortable. "whats goin on?"
"Hey, not much," Jane texted back. She always used capital letters and punctuation. It was kind of cute.
Rose shifted uncomfortably. Normally she rested the laptop on her stomach, but that delicate organ was far too distended to make a practical perch right now.
"guess what i've been doin?"
"What?"
"eatin :D"
"Oh, Rose...I thought we talked about this."
"it's not you makin me eat. its my decision. you decide whether you like it or not. hope you do. :) you should see me, i look really fat tonight"
"Rose, please."
"had to take my jeans off. soooo full. you dont even know."
Jane abruptly logged off.
"Great," Rose snorted. "Score one for the great seductress, I guess. God, why can't I get through to her?"
----
Across town, Jane's head swam with visions. The past -- this last week, Rose glutting herself with abandon. The future -- Rose getting bigger, fuller, softer, her thighs rubbing together, her belly growing soft and pillowy. She imagined what it would feel like to have that flesh between her fingers, to feel that silly skin over a cushion of plushness.
Dammit, I can't let myself get sucked in his this. Not again.
She lay on to the bed, imagining, and slipped one hand into her pajama bottoms.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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