"Aww, it's over already?"
Jennifer huffed softly at the TV, her favourite cartoon had just finished. She poured the last remaining potato chips in the bag into her awaiting mouth and gobbled them up.
Now you see, Jennifer is rather big for her age. In fact she's VERY big for her age. Her big round belly rose up and down with each breath she took as she lay sprawled out on the sofa. Her pink shirt failed to cover it since any shirts made for a girl her age were much too small. She tugged down on it in another futile attempt to make it fit, but as always, to no avail. The shorts she was wearing were very snug on her plump thighs, sticking into them but not painfully so.
What baffled Jennifer was that these clothes fit perfectly about a week ago. She was rather oblivious that she was growing out quicker than she was up. Her doting parents are partly to blame for it, giving her lots of sweets and junk food as a toddler to make her happy. She soon developed a love for it, which became almost like an addiction. Now the likes of chocolate, ice cream, pizza and fries are the only things she would eat with glee. What didn't help the matter was Jennifer's appetite, which seemed to be nearly bottomless!
Her parents quickly noticed her growth and would swiftly add vegetables to her menu, which Jennifer would either leave on her plate or eat slowly and reluctantly. She didn't want those boring old greens, give her a nice big chocolate cake!
Jennifer rolled off the sofa and landed on her feet, like a very overfed kitten. She walked (well, more specifically, waddled) to the kitchen, putting the empty packet in the bin and opened up the pantry, instinctively taking out a box of chocolate-chip cookies for her next course.
"Jennifer!" A familiar voice made her jump. She turned around to see her mother, Anne, looking down at her, hands on her hips.
"Y-yeah?" She squeaked.
"Were you going to take that whole box?" She asked more softly.
"...no?" She lied.
Anne shook her head. "No point in lying, we both know you were going to."
"But I'm hungry!" Jennifer cried in a vain attempt to defend herself.
"Jenny, you're always hungry," her mother sighed, "...fine, but that's your last snack until dinner."
A huge smile appeared on Jennifer's puffy face as she waddled triumphantly to the sofa with the box. Success!
Plopping her big butt back on the sofa, she opened the box and began greedily cramming cookies into her mouth, like she hadn't been fed in weeks.
Anne sighed softly, running a hand through her hair in thought as she watched her ballooning daughter. What was she going to do about that girl's eating?
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