April rubbed her belly as she felt more comfortable with it. The new jiggling mass was different but felt good altogether. Before she could continue, it growled again. She felt a bit familiar with it. She knew she was hungry again.
"Well I gotta keep you full, don't I," she said as she patted her belly.
Without even worrying about her PJs, April would just walk out of her room. And by walk, I mean waddle. Considering her new size, April found it a bit more difficult to move around. She knew it was going to be a struggle, but she had to find someone to help feed her. Her belly was still growling in hunger. In fact, the hunger pang felt stronger than before. Now she was really hungry...
After a while, she found herself in front of the kitchen, where the servants and Bianca were putting away the last of the groceries. Bianca looked over to see her somewhat smaller sister walk into the kitchen, waddling her fat self in while her PJs were still containing parts of her newly-expanded fat.
"Well well, look who finally got out of bed this morning," said Bianca in a snarky tone, "I was wondering if we would have to haul you out with a pickup truck."
"Shut up," replied April, "I came in here because I'm still hungry. I need more food!"
"What's the magic word, shorty?"
"NOW!!!"
Bianca could only shake her head in disapproval as her sister acted the same bratty self. She walked out of the room while the servants were still in the kitchen, knowing that they would have to obey the little fat brat that stood before them. They were a little uneasy looking at the youngest member of the Jones family and how she had gotten fatter so quickly. But they could only do what they were paid to do and that was to do whatever she wanted.
"Alright losers, here's the situation," she began to demand, "I'm starving. I'm like totally famished! I need a good brunch and I mean a REAL good brunch! So fix me up something good or else!"
The servants looked at each other then sighed as they began to work on cooking for her again. One was stopped by April.
"You! I need you to help me to get to the dining room. Give me a piggyback ride!"
Katrina, a young woman who was fairly new to working as a servant in a rich estate, was flabbergasted when this fat little girl ordered her to give her a piggyback ride into the dining room. Even though she didn't want to, she had no other choice. The other servants were busy working in the kitchen and didn't even bother to say anything to help.
With a sigh of defeat, Katrina kneeled down to pick up this fat girl. April practically jumped on her shoulders, nearly causing Katrina to lose her balance. It was a struggle at first, but she managed to hoist herself up and keep a decent balance as she held onto April. The sheer weight of the child was certainly a struggle for her to handle. It took about twenty minutes to get her into the dining room, which was large enough to hold a huge party for about a hundred people.
"W-where would you like to sit, Ms. Jones," asked Katrina as she struggled to hold April.
"All the way down the end there," said April as she pointed down the end.
Katrina nearly flipped when she was told to put April down the far end of the table, right near the fireplace. The length itself was about fifteen feet down as if she didn't have enough trouble helping this fat child to the dining room. She slowly walked down as best as possible, but April's fat body was beginning to weigh her down and slow her down.
"Come on, come on," yelled April as she kicked her fat legs around and flailed her fat arms with anger, "let's get a move on! I want my brunch! I'm still hungry!!!"
Katrina nearly lost her grip as she felt April flailing around. She decided to pick up the pace and moved a little faster, trying to make the trip easier for herself. Soon after a struggle, she was at the far end and gently placed April in her seat.
"There... you go... Ms. Jones," said Katrina as she panted, "Will there be... anything else?"
"Yeah, get me a chocolate shake," replied April as she adjusted herself in her seat, "And a blanket too! I want to be comfortable while I eat."
Katrina nodded as she made her way back into the other room. Bianca witnessed the whole ordeal of her fat little sister using a servant as a pack mule. But she knew she was going to make her life miserable. She knew she was going to get fed up with being fat. Even if she had to be immobile...
Soon, the servants walked into the kitchen with a large amount of food; bagels with butter and cream cheese, chocolate-filled croissants, a large omelet, a few chocolate chip pancakes, and a few waffles smothered with syrup and powdered sugar. Bianca watched from afar at how much food they were giving her. She was amazed that her little sister could eat so much. But she was even more surprised when she saw Katrina walk into the dining room, holding a large chocolate shake and a large blueberry pie.
"Here's your shake and your pie for afterward, Ms. Jones," said Katrina as she placed the shake and pie with the rest of the food.
"Who said I was having the pie last," said April as she took the pie from the spot, "I want my pie now! I'm starving!"
The servants were in shock as she began to eat the pie without using any utensils. She basically went head first into the pie tin, as the blueberries smeared her cheeks. The servants slowly walked out while she pigged out on the remains of the pie. She tossed the tin and got to work on the omelet, as bits of egg and cheese smears her face. She wiped her mouth with her hand and licked off the remains off of her fingers.
Bianca slowly walked in as April bit into the bagels piece by piece. She was stunned to see her little sister acting more ravenous than before. She began to work on the waffles, as the syrup and powdered sugar stained her lips as she ate. Once they were gone, she went to work on the chocolate chip pancakes. But then she stopped momentarily when she thought of something. She reached in her pocket by the side of her fatter hip and pulled out a small call bell. She held it up and shook it violently to get a servants attention. Katrina walked back in while still feeling sore from the piggyback ride.
"Yes, Ms. Jones, what do you need," she asked as courteously as possible given her sore back.
"These pancakes don't have enough chocolate chips on them," bellowed April, "I want more chocolate chips, as well as my Kit Kats and some chocolate syrup!"
Katrina was appalled by April's demand. Who would allow a child to eat candy and milkshakes with brunch? How can this child be so spoiled? But to avoid losing her job, she could only nod in acceptance and do what she was told. Meanwhile, April put the pancakes to the side and got to work on the chocolate-filled croissants, savoring the chocolate taste that was stuffed inside each one. April was a true chocoholic.
After she finished her croissants, Katrina walked back in with a big bag of Kit Kats and a bottle of chocolate syrup. She handed the syrup to April, who proceeded to pour a heaping portion of chocolate out on her pancakes, completely soaking them in the syrup. Katrina then opened the bag of Kit Kats and pulled a small handful out.
"How many would you like, Ms. Jones," she asked as she held out the handful.
April looked at her with a sneer and grabbed both the handful and the entire bag out of her hands. Katrina was shocked to see this child just grab the chocolates like a falcon grabs a bird with its talons. April was not messing around.
"You're new here, so here's something to understand," said April as she began to bellow at her, "I never ask for a small amount of candy. I want as much as I can and as much as I will have! Remember this golden rule when you're serving me: Whatever Ms. Jones wants, MS. JONES GETS!!!"
Katrina flinched as the young girl shouted at her like a slave-driver. She held in as much of her emotions as she could as she felt humiliated being talked down to by a child. All she could do was nod 'yes' to her, then walked out of the dining room. Bianca followed her and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around to show her tears beginning to flow out but tried to remain composed in front of her.
"Katrina, take the rest of the day off," Bianca replied as she gently patted her shoulder, "I'll make sure you work with me or my parents, try to get you out of April's hair for a while."
"T-thank you, Miss Bianca," replied Katrina as she wiped the tears out of her eyes.
"Please, call me Bianca. I'm not like my sister."
Katrina walked down the hall, still sobbing from the onslaught. Bianca walked back into the dining room, witnessing her sister's unbridled gluttony continue. April placed Kit Kats in between each pancake, then poured more chocolate syrup on top. The stack was now like a cake to her, as she slowly munched on the towering mess by herself. She only stopped to take a couple chugs out of her chocolate shake, which only fueled her chocoholic moment. Soon it was almost a routine; munch munch munch on the tower, chug chug chug down the shake, clean off remains from your face by licking it off, repeat until you're done.
After what seemed like forever, April finished off her brunch while looking like a total slob. Her face was still smeared with chocolate but felt a little exhausted to worry about that. Her belly looked bigger than before, as it looked like it could explode at any moment. She basically stuffed herself to the limit. But she soon felt like her eyes were bigger than her stomach when she took the chocolate syrup and guzzled down the remains. She seemed like she had no limits!
Bianca was appalled by April's own gluttony. She was wondering if the potion she made even made much of a difference aside from making her fatter. But she knew she had to break her gluttonous spirit somehow. It was just going to take some time...
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