A few hours later, once it seemed that Angelica’s stomach had shrunk, having managed to digest the good half-pound of cake that had been previously shoved down the girl’s throat and was now showing itself in the tot’s slightly thicker waist. Marcie came into the kitchen, both to check up on her disappointingly slender niece and to make herself some dinner. Once she’d set out everything she’d need to make a quick meal, her interest shifted to what sounded like fabric rubbing against itself, looking over to the origin of the noise, she was pleasantly surprised to find that the girl was waking up. Letting the unfortunate child wake up, Marcie set out the remnants of the earlier feast, then leaning over and whispering in Angelica’s ear,
“Hold still, I’m sure you’re hungry after such a long nap.”
Hearing what her aunt said, the tot flinched, trembled, and began whimpering as she remembered the hopelessness of her situation. Her fear didn’t stay unanswered for long, as the now terrifying scent of frosting reached her nose, then the taste to her mouth, which had been roughly filled with a taste she’d recently grown to despise. She didn’t resist, if only because she was smart enough to realize she couldn’t, and so the feeding continued, with an increasingly painful amount of cake and frosting being packed into the child’s gullet, likely to turn to an equivalent amount of flab.
Marcie, though ruthless in her methods, did care for the girl, it was only that she was much too small for her tastes, and since she was staying here for the foreseeable future, why not get her to the right size? That was the mindset behind her actions since picking her niece up from her sister’s, and until the day that she has to return her to whoever wins custody. Back in the present, the stuffing was nearing temporary conclusion, and with the table having emptied a majority of its contents, it wouldn’t take long for the girl to finish, but what next? After thinking about it for a little while, Marcie came to a conclusion, if she was still awake afterward, why not let Angelica watch a movie or something? It might make the girl hate her a little less, she hoped it would, regardless of her actions she was still the tot’s aunt.
Soon after that internal decision, Angelica had been successfully stuffed with the entirety of what had been on the table, her swollen middle a testament to her unwilling gorge, now, like before, she was beginning to doze off. Noticing this, Marcie decided that she wouldn’t bother the overfull child, leaving her to rest, she decided to undo her bindings in case the tot woke up and needed something during the night. Leaving the now unbound child to sleep, Marcie ate the quick meal she’d made for herself, then went to bed herself, having pleasant dreams of the inevitable…
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