"Slay appetite," Buffy said. She gave her sister a half-hearted smile. Dawn looked her up and down suspiciously. Finally deciding Buffy was just being weird again, Dawn decided to leave.
"Whatever. I'm going to Tiffany's. Be back later," Dawn waved as she turned and left.
Buffy stared blankly ahead as she slouched in the kitchen chair. She knew something was off, but she just couldn't couldn't put her finger on it. Even with her hands cradling the swollen gut full of milk and waffles she was finding it hard to wrap her head around why she was feeling so strange, sluggish, and hungry.
Before she even realized it, Buffy had stood up and opened the fridge again. The cool air tickled the exposed skin of her stomach as she opened the door. With one hand on her hip, her other searched for food. Any food. There were lunch meats. She could make a sandwich. That takes too long, best to just eat this bologna out of the package.
How am I still hungry again? The question her mind asked didn't register with her body. She took the lunch meat and bit into it, chewing little and swallowing fast. She couldn't get it in her fast enough. No more bologna? Well, there's ham--wait, that was barely half a pound, it's already finished. Milk? Already drank it. There's bread in the breadbox, that counts as food. It'll be like eating a sandwich in parts.
As she took several steps to the bread Buffy's mind was finally able to think clearly when the food wasn't in her hands and traveling down her throat.
"Wait!" she said out loud, since thinking didn't seem to be working. She stopped walking and pressed both hands into her now round, tight belly. Her naval popped out and her sweatpants were being pushed down by the recent switch to a more pregnant appearance.
"This is definitely not right," Buffy said, willing her hands to remain firmly on her stomach. She didn't like the feeling one bit, the fullness, the uncomfortable sensation that she wanted to explode just for the relief, but it was keeping her from grabbing more food.
"Spell thing. Got it. Calling Giles now," Buffy didn't even finish the sentence when she realized that, with one hand still rubbing her stomach, the other had grabbed the loaf of bread. She tore into the plastic wrapping to get at it. The bland taste filled her mouth, and was leaving her stomach even fuller than before.
With a half-squeal, half-whine Buffy found herself already scanning the kitchen for more food.
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