Holding her belly bulge in her hands, Phoebe felt a small layer of soft fat, before the firm ball of food beneath. She knew that hadn't been there a few days ago. She needed to weigh herself. As she walked to the bathroom scales, she felt her thighs rub together just slightly more than they should. Was that just her imagination?
Standing on the scales, they read 121lbs. She gasped. That was a 13lb gain in the last two days. That wasn't normal, right? Even if she'd eaten a full belly of food at the buffet, that gain was fast. She didn't even remember indulging herself that much. Was it something she'd done wrong with her magic? But what? Was it a demon?
Cole would know. She rang him.
"Phoebe? What's wrong?" He sounded concerned. She tried to calm down, trusting that he would know what was going on. "Are you alright?"
"Cole." She bit her lip. "I've gained weight." Before he could dismiss her complaint, she continued. "I've gained too much for this to be normal. 6lbs a day! I was wondering if you knew anything about any fat demons or anything."
"Hmm, I'll look into it. Don't worry. I'm old fashioned. I prefer plumper people. And you'd wear it so well!"
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