“There isn’t enough garlic…” you moan, tossing aside a bone that was once a drumstick, “Ah well. The rest is good and all, but I do love garlic.”
“I know what you mean,” Anya replied, “Still, you’d need to be stupid not to notice the lack of olive oil.”
“For the record, I did notice it.”
The two girls were sitting on your bed, smirking as you swallowed more asparagus. The past week had flown by, with Suzu doing the majority of the work in regards to dotting the I’s and crossing the T’s. Although occasionally you needed to confirm something or other, for the most part you had been free to laze around the estate, which resulted in, inevitably, you finding yourself a little lonlier than usual. However, this wasn’t too big of an issue. After all, Anya did grow on someone after awhile, which was what she had done with you.
You both also grew a little, to boot.
To say you had gained weight was something minor. Sure, your breasts were a little fuller. Sure, your belly was a little softer. Sure, your butt was a little shakier. Regardless, though, it had to be at maximum four pounds, max, though you figured it was more like three. While that was still a lot of weight in the time span of a week, you weren’t startled too much. Weight wasn’t a huge issue to you as it was with other girls.
Other girls like Anya.
“God, these things are just going straight to my hips,” she mumbled as she harpooned another brusslesprout, “I checked the scale, and I put on a good four pounds.”
“Really? I couldn’t notice,” you replied, very honestly, as you glanced at her soft, slender frame, svelte and luscious, her long locks of hair tumbling over her back as she swallowed the vegetable on her fork. She was a goddess, Anya was. A truly beautiful girl. Her sarcasm had grown on you for the past week, regardless of whether or not it was in cruel intent or not. Still, to see the girl mourn the figure she hadn’t lost was a little much.
“Don’t lie. I packed on weight. I know.”
“No, you didn’t! And besides, even if ya became an elephant, you wouldn’t be that bad lookin’ anyway.”
“Really?” she asked, unimpressed.
“Seriously! You’d still be a real beauty, I think.”
“Ah, well, I never thought I’d hear that coming from another girl,” Anya mumbled, smirking, “Well, anyway, I’m gonna have to talk to Mimi about it, ya know? So, once we finish, do ya want to join me downstairs to talk to Mimi about maybe making a little less so we don’t pork out like Mika?”
“Don’t see why not.”
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