Flatty.
No-cups.
Ironing board.
Ever since Lauren's ample breasts had started to come in at the ripe age of thirteen, she'd always used Megan's flatness as a source of insults. Meg always thought it would come to an end when she got her boobs. But she hadn't, and it hadn't, and she was beyond fed up with it.
Megan had been planning her revenge for a while. Her parents had just flown off for three months to Europe to jack around, and she felt that now was the perfect time to get even.
And so, Meg bicycled down to the Nutritionist's shop on 35th street.
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Meg put the bottle of fine white powder in her top dresser drawer under her underwear, where hopefully no one would find it. The label read: Appetite Stimulant - 5000 mg.
If there was one thing Lauren hated, it was being fat. Currently the older girl was a little bit chubby, and she loathed every pound. Lauren would eat nothing but veggies and fruits in front of her family, but ultimately her will was too weak. Every so often Lauren would fall into the trap of sweets, treats, and salty snacks and her progress would be lost. Now that their mother was away, there would be no one to check on Lauren's weight but Lauren herself. And that was just the way Meg wanted it.
The white powder came with a 10 mg spoon, and was designed to treat disorders for which loss of appetite was a side effect. The intention of the product was to take 10 milligrams with each meal, which would give you the will to eat. Clinical strength, apparently. Megan scooped two spoonfuls into a small ziploc baggie. This would be the summer Lauren would get her comeuppance.
She made her way down to the kitchen where Lauren was cooking dinner. Broccoli soup. Disgusting.
You were sitting at the dinner table, playing with your phone.
Meg sat down next to you and scooted her chair over.
"Danger, captain! The hostile aliens are trying to feed us some sort of inedible sludge!" she said into your ear, but loud enough so that it was audible to Lauren.
"Very funny, Flat Stanley. But just because mom's out of town doesn't mean we're all going to turn into human garbage disposals." Lauren said, stirring her soup.
Oh, we won't. thought Meg, But you will.
Megan fingered the ziploc baggie inside her pocket. Soon, the plan would be set in motion.
"Why not, Lauren?" you interjected. "Let's get pizza or something."
"Eat that shit on your own time, dweeb. I took the effort to make this meal, so the least you could do is act grateful."
Lauren poured the servings of broccoli soup into three bowls, looking uncannily like inedible alien sludge. Now was her chance. Meg had to make her move.
"I'll uh- help set the table for you, Lauren!" she said, getting up. Lauren looked surprised.
"Oh, er, thanks, Meg." Lauren turned around to put the pot in the sink. Now or never. Meg tipped the ziploc baggie into Lauren's soup, then stirred it in. The powder quickly became invisible.
Meg put the bowls on the table, making sure to give Lauren her special serving.
The three of you sat down for your first meal without your parents' supervision.
"Bon Appétit!" Lauren said, taking a large bite out of her soup.
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It was 1:35 in the morning when Lauren woke up in her bed, in great pain. She was in a cold sweat. All her covers had been thrown off. Her stomach growled.
She was more hungry than she'd ever been in her entire life.
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