While Hal was still preparing the lasagna for Madison, Wendy came into the kitchen to check out what was going on.
“What are you doing, Dad?”, she asked.
“I'm making a nice, big lasagna. Maddi seemed a bit upset, and it's her favourite, so what's a father gotta do?”, Hal asked gleefully.
“Ooooh, great!”, Wendy cheered. She had only had a small portion of popcorn at the movies, for she knew she would be too busy feeding Madison to eat anything much herself anyway. Now, too, she would be too preoccupied with feeding her sister than eating a lot herself, but at least that kept her slim.
She happily helped Hal to prepare the lasagna. Hal was an awesome cook, for his daughters he was like a five star chef. All the better for them, because ever since their mother wanted a divorce because she was having an affair with a younger and sexier colleague of hers Hal was all the girls had known. He had quite the gut himself and was no health freak at all, and since he was now the general manager of a company that made deep-frozen pizzas, it was obvious what kind of food the girls would mostly be having.
As soon as the lasagna was in the oven, Hal asked Wendy: “Why don't you go watch TV again?”
So Wendy went and waited for the lasagna to be ready. Hal cleaned up the kitchen and when the lasagna was almost ready, he went back to the bathroom, where his overstuffed daughter sprawled in the bathtub, obviously enjoying herself and the hot water, while she absent-mindedly rubbed her tummy, which now looked much less taut. Still, it was as round as the bubbles surrounding her lovely frame, but of course only because she had overeaten on snacks... or so Hal made himself believe.
“Is my little princess enjoying herself?”, he asked.
“Very much so”, Madison answered with a grin.
“But I know something that would make you enjoy yourself even more?”, he teased affectionately.
“Nah!”, Madison protested playfully and placed her hands on her slightly squishy hips.
“Oh yes”, Hal objected.
“What is it?”, Madison demanded to know.
Hal just smiled at her mischievously for another moment to tease her, then he whispered: “Lasagna.”
“Lasagna!”, Madison screamed in joy.
“Except if you're not hungry after all those hot dogs and fries...”, Hal added with an innocent shrug.
“No way am I not hungry!”, Madison yelled.
Hal laughed and lifted her out of the bathtub. She felt indeed better, her belly less stretched, her breathing less heavy. If was no wonder, after the nice hot bath and the pampering by her father. She let him dry her like she was a little spoiled diva, a new Shirley Temple, luxurious and capricious despite her bare eight years, and did she ever feel lush! When he grabbed her clothes, though, she winced.
“What's wrong, sweetheart?”, Hal asked consideratly.
“I just, uhm...”, Madison stammered. “I'd better like to wear one of your tees.”
Hal beamed at her. “Of course you can wear a t-shirt of mine. Wait a moment, Maddi.”
When he came back he had with him an older t-shirt that was slightly small on him when he wore it. It showed a patriotic motif with the American flag and a bald eagle. He helped Madison into it. On her, it was like a wide robe.
“Okay, you're all nice and dry now. Let's go and eat, shall we?”, Hal asked, picking her up again and carrying her like a baby.
Of course, Madison didn't have to eat the lasagna by herself. She was fed by...
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