This choice: Meg eats mac and cheese... After, Lauren reminds you she's making food tonight! • Go Back... Dinner was ready in no time, as was the nature of pasta. Especially the kind meant for the cooking impaired where all you had to do was watch a pot of boiling water. While you had planned on just plain Mac and Cheese, your little sister had managed to convince you to add some chopped up hot dogs to it. It helped to clear out the overly full fridge just slightly, so you agreed with a shrug. Two bowls barely made a dent in the huge pots contents, but had already decided not to worry about leftovers yet. For now as both you and Megan retreated to the couch to watch some more TV while you ate, something that you normally never got to do.
"Hey, good call on the hot dogs kiddo." You compliment after a few bites, feet up on the coffee table and bowl in hand.
"Yup!" Megan agrees enthusiastically through a mouthful of noodle, cheese, and hot dog. She was in a similar position as you, though being much shorter she had to sit near the edge of the couch to manage to reach the coffee table with her feet.
Other than some small commentary, you and Megan ate in relative silence. You were busy watching TV, discarding you bowl to the coffee table when you were finished. Your sister, however, was far more engrossed with the cheesy dinner itself. She had finished before you and got herself seconds, finishing that bowl before you were done as well. You didn't really pay it any mind, since that just meant less leftovers to try and cram into the fridge. Or at least, you didn't pay it any mind until around a half hour later.
Your sister plopped down on the couch, giving a petite 'oof' at the action, yet another filled-to-the-top bowl of mac and cheese and a large glass of milk. You shot her a curious glance out of the corner of your eyes. Megan had her feet propped up, balancing her bowl on her swollen middle as she shoveled the cheesy meal down her gullet. She stopped only to take large gulps of milk from her glass and give a satisfied 'whew' before resuming. Her shirt was trying and failing to accommodate her spherical stomach, which seemed to be swelling further with every bite and swig that went down her throat. The sight was ridiculous, almost comically so, with that bloated belly against the small torso and spindly arms of your little sister.
"Jeeze, Meg! What'd you do, eat the whole pot?" You question in shock, tempted to give her stomach a poke to make sure it was real and not some hallucination or joke.
"Huh?" Megan simply stared at you uncomprehendingly, fork in her mouth. After a moment she glanced at the stomach she'd been using as a table, her eyes widening in surprise. Removing the fork, she poked at her taut belly experimentally. The act elicited a small burp, and your sister turned slightly red in surprised embarrassment. She hefted herself into a proper sitting position with a little difficulty, her stuffed stomach resisting her attempts to sit up. "Uh, guess I did? I kind of lost track after fifths."
"You're such a glutton." You sigh with an amused shake of your head.
"Hey! I just like good food okay." She objects. Glancing down at her middle once again, she noticed she hadn't finished off her drink or meal and promptly did so. With a content sigh, she gave up the effort it took to sit upright and sank into the back of the couch. Her shirt finally gave up the ghost as well, riding up the pale sphere of her cheese-filled stomach. "Ok, maybe I'm a little gluttonous."
You both share an amused smile at her concession, before you give her stomach a worried look.
"Doesn't that hurt?" You finally questioned, wondering if you'd end up having to take your sister to the hospital or something.
"Na-urp." Your sister reassured you, patting her stomach at the same time. The action caused her to burp again, interrupting herself on accident. Flushing slightly, you couldn't help but think how adorable she looked. "Actually feeling full for once is sooo great."
"Well... If you say so." You concede with a shrug, deciding that as long as she didn't hurt herself then there wasn't a problem. You turned your attention back to the TV, and this time Megan did so as well.
You both spent the time snarking at the characters and making jokes, such as identifying a bitchy character as 'Lauren!' at the same time for reminding you both of your currently-sulking/plotting sister. Other than being interrupted by the occasional burp as Megan massaged her stuffed tummy. The fun times came to an abrupt end however, as your other sister reemerged from her room upstairs. Not even bothering to glance your direction, Lauren walked past and into the kitchen while declaring:
"I hope you bozo's didn't fill up on junk food, because I'm making dinner!"
You and Megan shot each other worried glances, wondering what horrible concoction the blonde was going to try and demand they eat. You might not have enjoyed the mac and cheese quite as much as Megan had, but it was still delicious and you really didn't want to spoil a good dinner with a bad one. Plus you weren't sure your youngest sister could handle any more food, and you definitely didn't want her hurling an entire pot of mac and cheese over Lauren's terrible cooking.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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