A week had passed by since Shea began living with her Aunt Yenna, and despite her protesting against it at first, by now she almost wanted to stay there! her aunt's hospitality was almost unmatched, and only her food was better. For Shea, each bite got better and tastier than the last. Her chicken was succulent and juicy, her pizzas were cheesy and bursting with flavour, and her fries were golden and crisp. The only thing that topped that was her desserts; the rich delicious cakes, the soft cool ice cream, the flavourful chocolate.
Shea just couldn't get enough of her aunt's cooking.
Literally. She was becoming full-blown addicted to the food set in front of her. She'd eat, eat, and eat, then ask for more. She even asked frequently if she could lick the melted chocolate from the bowl! And of course her dear Aunt Yenna didn't mind her new eating habits at all; in fact she welcomed them. "Young ones like you still need a lot to grow," she'd say.
Of course she meant in age, but for Shea that growth was outward. In only a week she'd already shown signs of plumping up; her pot belly was now starting to slightly hang over her waist, which had expanded by just a few inches. Her thighs had expanded too, nearly touching together, and you could see a double chin beginning to form just between her cheeks, which were also starting to plump up. Even her backside was a bit bigger.
Shea was oblivious to this of course. All she wanted was her aunt's food, and a lot of it.
One morning, Shea rose up from her bed, not hearing the small creak of relief coming from it. She gave a quiet yawn, stretching her arms up and causing her sleeping vest to ride up and her rounder tummy to show. The groggy girl plodded to the bathroom, washed herself up (not noticing her slightly plumped up face) and returned to her room without brushing her teeth, so's to not spoil the flavour of her aunt's amazing food. She could always brush after.
She stood at the mirror and brushed her long brown hair, getting it into its naturally wavy style.
Now to dress, Shea checked off in her mind. She grabbed a pair of jeans and stepped into them, grunting softly as she slightly wiggled her wider hips to slip them up to her waist and button them up. They felt a bit tighter, she noted. She then grabbed a clean red t-shirt and slipped it over her head and onto herself, tugging it down a bit.
Shea looked in the mirror with a little bit of concern growing; her tummy was peeking out a bit from under her shirt, which looked a bit tight.
Maybe I've been...eating a bit too much? She thought to herself warily. Maybe she could check her weight in the bathroom before she went down for breakfast.
And speaking of breakfast, at that very moment a succulent smell flowed right into the girl's nostrils, her eyes widening at what she could smell; sausages, eggs, bacon, toast, everything!
Her rounder tummy gave out a desperate rumble, begging Shea to go down there ASAP and feed it, now.
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