The next day at lunch came, and Lizzy, as expected, approached the table, holding her lunch in her hands. Clara still recalled the fullness in her belly from the day before. She rested a hand gently against her middle as she finished her lunch. They chatted about the usual, anime, geeky stuff, teachers they hated, until Clara finished. When Clara finished eating, so did Lizzy, but unlike Clara, who had eaten every scrap of food on her plate, Lizzy only finished half. She sighed, stretched back so far her shirt was drawn up on her soft, yet not really pudgy, stomach.
"Hey, I'm sorry, but could you finish the rest of this?" Lizzy asked, a sheepish grin on her lips.
"Again? C'mon, yesterday was hard enough as it was."
"Please, I promise I won't ask you again."
But she did ask again. The next day, the next day, and the next. Every time, Clara reluctantly agreed, shoveling food into her mouth. She started getting smaller lunches, seeing as how she knew she was going to eat more than her full when Lizzy relinquished her meal. Every class after lunch would be spent massaging her poor, bloated belly. She even missed a few major points in class due to her belly cramps.
Still, she couldn't say no. Clara really only had one other friend in the school, and that was Lizzy. They had known each other since they were little, growing up together. They were as close as sisters, maybe closer. If to keep that bond, Clara had to stuff herself like a pig, okay, big deal. She'd take that risk without a second of hesitation. She just hoped that Lizzy would start to eat her own food, for once...
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