You hear the alarm clock on your bedside table buzz repeatedly and groan. Doesn't it know that you're trying to have a lazy Sunday?
Yanking it from the wall and throwing it across the room, you turn over and get comfortable again. Your bed was indeed softer than before for the simple reason that plenty of fat had been placed between your bones and the bed.
Even though you'd only had it for one night while your sister is out for a few days, your fat and your power are almost your security blanket; there are red marks on one of your belly rolls from your pinching it in your sleep.
Unable to fall back to sleep, you get up and decide to see how your first real meal as a fat girl feels like.
Grabbing an entire box of pancakes intended to last both you and your sister for 2 weeks and placing them all in the toaster oven, you wait in agonizing longing as the clock counts down.
As soon as it hits zero, you whip the consumables out of the device, slather them in more butter and syrup than any human should ever have in three weeks let alone one meal, grab a fork, and chow down with incredible speed.
The feeling of the food in your mouth slithering down your throat in such large intervals is almost orgasmic. Your moaning and your chewing seem to be having a contest over who can be louder until you finish your meal wihth a mighty burp. With a free day ahead of you, you decide to...
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