This choice: They were in the food court eating. • Go Back...Chapter #7They were in the food court eating. by: Unknown Jasmine jogged to the mall, slowing to the pace of a good, brisk walk as she neared the clear, glass doors of the massive structure. The whole way to the mall, Jasmine marveled at the panties…couldn’t stop thinking about them for some reason. They were just panties after all, and they certainly felt nice, but this was more than that. The panties felt….right somehow….like they made Jasmine content on some level.
She made her way through the doors and into the air-conditioned mini-metropolis, which was full of people as expected for a Friday night. Feeling her phone vibrate, she brought it up from her pocket to see what it said. On it was a text from her friend, Jenny: “Were at the food court; where da hell are u?” Jasmine put the phone away again, not bothering to answer, but heading quickly for the food court to meet her friends.
There were three other people already there. The first was Cynthia Spellman; she was a beautiful red-head with milky-white skin and perky breasts, and she had a wonderful figure. She was also the smartest of the group. Next was Wendy McMillan, who was a hefty (by cheerleader standards) girl with dark hair and a quiet disposition. She wasn’t really very big, but she did have some meat on her bones and an ever-so-slight belly bulge. Among a crowd that prized perfection, these things got Wendy teased a lot, and she became very shy and quiet for that reason. No one wanted to have to throw her up in the air during a cheerleading routine either. The last was Rhonda Jackson, an African-American girl of wonderful talent. She was tall and statuesque, with medium-dark skin and a grace that was rarely seen in high school cheerleaders or anybody else.
Jasmine quickly found the food court and her friends, the latter in no small part because Rhonda stood up and waved her arms about, firing off a “what the fuck?” look in Jasnime’s direction. “What took you so long?” Rhonda demanded as Jasmine got to the table. “I was trying on some new clothes at the house.” Jasmine explained. “Well get you vein ass up to the counter and eat; we’ve got gossip to do,” Rhonda instructed. Jasmine quickly rushed to the counter.
Something was a little bit off…Jasmine was unusually hungry this evening. She couldn’t decide from among three or four things on the menu, so thank god that her parents’ credit card let her just get them all. She finally reached the counter and ordered her food, thereby eliciting a gawk from the skinny kid behind the counter who was surely trying to figure out where Jasmine put all that food in her little tiny body. Having loaded up her tray with pastries and the like, Jasmine made her way back to the table. She normally would not have thought of eating so much food, she wasn’t oblivious to the fact that she would not normally do so, but for some reason she sort of felt ok about the idea. The alarms that would go off in her head and motivate her to keep her figure and thus her popularity were strangely silent.
She returned to the table and saw her friends’ eyes bulge as they looked upon her tray. “Damn girl,” Cynthia exclaimed, “you eat that and that tight little ass of yours will jiggle for a month. You’ll look like Wendy over there,” she said, motioning to the silent, heavy-set girl who quickly looked away in shame. “I’m just hungry, all right?” Jasmine stated matter-of-factly as she bit longingly into a big chunk of funnel cake with plenty of sugar on top. The night went on with the girls’ discussing boys and who had the cutest car, just general girl stuff really, and this continued for about an hour and a half. All the while, Jasmine continued eating, seeming to be trying to fill multiple bellies full of food. She stuffed herself full of a funnel cake, a couple caramel apples, and some bourbon chicken….the chicken came with two sides, which were mashed potatoes and a greasy bunch of fries.
Eventually, the girls stood up to head home for the night, the other three girls amazed at the amount of food Jasmine had put away. They had watched the process in awe all night but didn’t say anything for fear of pissing her off. Jasmine walked somewhat slowly and stiffly from the mall and into the cool night air. Her belly was filled to the brim, and she still couldn’t figure out why she had been so hungry.
She made her way toward the house, unaware that she would soon find out why she had needed so much food.
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