Shelia confidently strolled out of the big office and down the street toward her home with her daughter, Brooke. She knew what she was getting but she wanted more and her plan required her daughter and lots of food.
The made it to her house, her husbands old stuff sat in a pile in the office waiting for him to get there and take it away from here. Brooke stood there and looked up at her mommy with her big doe eyes and her chubby cheeks almost pleading for attention. Shelia smiles as she picked her daughter up and brought her to the kitchen.
"Aw look at you my little Brooke so happy and unaware of this world and all the bad things," she opened the fridge and pulled out a huge family sized bowl of mashed potatoes "so innocent and pure, my perfect little angel."
"Tawank you mommy," Brooke said as best as she could in her mothers arms smiling big, unaware of what her mother was about to do to her. Even though she was a bit hungry having a very small sandwich earlier, she was not ready for what was about to transpire with the food mom had just warmed up.
"Your welcome my baby girl," she smiles gently, it was a smile that Brooke knew very well. It was a happy smile, a good smile, a warm smile, a smile from a mother that was trusted. As she grabbed a spoon of potatoes to feed her daughter. "Okay open up!" she exclaimed excitedly as she brought the spoon to Brooke's mouth, who gladly excepted it and ate it up.
This back and forth lasted for half the bowl with Brooke sitting there getting full in her mom's arms. then there was sausages that were being prepared as the potatoes were being eaten. Brooke was very receptive to the food she was given; but she was getting full very quickly. Her belly round and pressing into the waist band of the pull-up she wore as well as causing the pink shirt to stretch pretty tightly over her belly. Shelia knew her daughter was getting full she had just finished eating enough food to fill a child at least 4 times her size and age; but sheila wanted her daughter even fuller, she needed her to be fuller. For her plan to work she needed Brooke to get fat. Brooke not wanting to be a 'bad girl' still ate, more slowly mind you, but ate none the less as her little hands were slowly rubbing as best as they can her bound belly.
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