Megan paused. She knew what she was going to say next, in fact she'd been planning this moment from the time her parents had announced they were going on a trip. The trick was making it sound off the cuff, like she'd just thought it up. "Hey, I've got an idea!" Meg said, snapping her fingers and looking your way. Your ears perked up.
"Yeah?"
Her mouth felt a bit dry, but things were going well enough so far. "Why not stick the snacks in my room? At least the non-frozen stuff, anyway. Lauren never goes in there!"
"Eh, that sounds good enough. Let's do it!"
Meg let out the breath she'd been holding in: success. A grin spread across her face as she greedily grabbed at multiple bags of treats, ready to haul them off to her room for safekeeping.
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You set the last bag down (containing Oreos, Mini-Snickers, and Marshmallows) in the pantry that Megan's room had become. It was lucky for the both of you that Lauren hadn't been home, or she likely would have had a myocardial infarction.
Wiping a bead of sweat from your brow, you surveyed the landscape: processed goods as far as the eye can see. You put your hand over your mouth and did your best impression of a person over the radio. "Pssh- Houston, this the Commander. We've found no signs of nutrition, over."
Meg giggled. "Commander, this is Houston. Just as planned."
You giggled back, although an inkling of doubt crept into your voice. "But seriously though, Meg, look at all this stuff! Mom would tan our hides if she knew!"
"Well, mom's not here, is she?" Megan said with a sly grin. "C'mon big bro, live a little!"
"I suppose you're right. I guess I've just become too used to the ways of her tyranny."
"That's the spirit! Throw off the chains of oppression! Resist the monarchy! Viva la Revolución!"
"Alright, little anarchist, I'll let you eat cake. But mind, this is a one time thing. We gotta start eating healthy again soon."
Meg vigorously saluted. "Aye aye, captain!"
A smile crept across your face as you exited the room, at the last minute turning around. "At ease, soldier." you ordered, as you shut the door.
The sound of your footsteps could be heard plodding down the hallway until they were no longer audible.
Megan's whole body relaxed. Looking around to assure that nobody was watching, she chuckled softly to herself. You see, the reason that Meg had been planning this grocery heist for so long was rather simple. For quite a while now, Megan had been feeling an odd desire to make herself fatter. When she was younger, she would always stuff pillows into her shirt, imagining herself with a big potbelly. Oftentimes Megan would stand in front of the mirror, pushing her stomach out, pretending she was fat.
However, fattening yourself up isn't exactly easy when all your mother cooks is brussels sprout, broccoli stew, and boiled cabbage. Now, though, this was not a problem. At the moment, Meg was surrounded by more fattening food than the young teen could have ever imagined before. She bit her lip, trying not to drool. The excitement in the air was palpable. The girl didn't know where to begin.
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