Wendy awoke to find her belly was empty: she was, in fact, having a dream. Wendy pouted a little when she discovered she wasn't stuffed to the brim like she thought, but then she noticed something by her bed: a mini-fridge with a note on it.
"Dear Ms. Graham: your refrigerator should now be in fine working order. We thank you for your patronage. Sincerely, Silver Repairs."
Wendy had never had a min-fridge in her room before, (her parents wouldn't have it in order to control her eating), but she didn't question it and opened it to find a small collection of cakes and pies that she drooled over, then quickly gobbled. She felt her tummy stretch her nightgown as she finished and giggled as she patted it and licked her lips.
"Yummy! But I still don't feel full...." Wendy usually filled up after a few desserts like that, but she was still feeling hungry. She walked over to her closet to change into her school uniform, a white buttoned t-shirt and pink plaid skirt, though they were both quite short on Wendy, exposing her belly and either just barely or not quite covering her white panties. "Well, I guess that's still normal." Wendy liked how tight her clothes became as she got fatter, especially with the aforementioned exposure taking place. Just then, Wendy caught a whiff of something delicious. She bounded downstairs to find her mother cooking a huge stack of chocolate chip pancakes.
"About time you got down here, sleepyhead," her mother told her. "Did you get the note about the fridge?"
Wendy fidgeted with her red ponytail a bit. "Yeah, mom, I got it."
"Then you must have also had your cakes and pies. Hope you still have room for breakfast." Now Wendy was truly confused. Just last night, her parents wanted to put a stop to her eating junk food, and this morning, her mother is making her pancakes. Wendy's belly gave a small rumble, letting her know to stop thinking and start eating.
Things only got stranger after breakfast, though. After Wendy had her fill of pancakes, popping a button on her shirt in the process, she waddled out of the house to her bus stop, patting her overstuffed tummy all the way there. She then noticed two other girls doing the same thing at the stop. Wendy discovered they were both about as fat as she was, exposed bellies and panties included. She then noticed their hair: one girl had a long black low ponytail, like one of her best friends, Danica Yun. The other had medium-length blond pigtails, the same style as her other best friend, Tracey Smith. Wendy was shocked to find that they were indeed her two best friends, at double the size she remembered them.
"Hey, Wendy!" The girls shouted in unison and waddled over to give their best friend a hug. Wendy embraced her two friends in the squishy hug, but wasn't sure what to do next.
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