Mrs. West heard the door slam and the faintly labored breathing of her daughter returning from classes.
"Welcome home sweetheart! If you're going up to study I'll have some snacks ready for you in just a little bit."
"Okay mom, –hic– thanks!" Haley tossed the empty lunch bag onto the counter as she passed through the kitchen. The outfit she'd left the house in was still being just as tested as it had been that morning, it was clear that her efforts in making sure her hard-working daughter had enough to eat throughout the school day were not in vain.
Haley thumped her way up the stairs to her bedroom, where she deposited her laptop on her desk, and proceeded to kick off her shoes and collapse into her creaking desk chair. She had barely started on the worksheet from one of her classes when her mom knocked on the door softly.
"Yeah?"
"Want some brain food sweetie? I brought a little something to tide you over until dinner."
"Oh, thanks mama." Haley smiled sweetly and resisted the urge to lick her lips. Her stomach grumbled faintly in protest, she most certainly did not need another snack already.
The "little something" Mrs. West set on Haley's desk was an entire platter of muffins. And not whole wheat or bran muffins either. These were basically cupcakes without frosting. Pumpkin bread with cream cheese in the center, chocolate chocolate chip, banana that *also* had chocolate chips... They were stacked in a pyramid as if Haley were hosting a sleepover for half a dozen people, but neither woman commented on it, as Mrs. West kissed the top of her daughter's head and left to start preparing dinner.
About an hour later Mrs. West returned, and hearing no answer to her knock, cracked the door slightly to find Haley asleep in her chair. The platter had been reduced to crumbs, so she crossed the room to retrieve it. Haley was leaned back in her chair with her head lolled to one side, her fingers interlaced over the swell of her bloated tummy, a single drop of drool sliding down her lower lip and she breathed heavily.
Mrs. West touched her daughter lightly on the arm. "Haley, sweetie?"
"Huh?" The overfed brunette started awake, blinked several times and smacked her lips.
"Oh, hi mom. Did I doze off?"
"Yeah, you did sweetheart. It's okay, I know you're working hard on your homework. Dinner should be ready in about twenty minutes, okay?"
"Okay mama."
***
Dinner proceeded like it had the night before. Haley's mother had made lasagna, garlic bread loaded with cheese, and a Caesar salad of which she herself had a small bowl, and Haley declined.
Mrs. West was determined to keep up her resolve to cook enough food to stuff two grown adults for her one live-in daughter, as there were two entire pans of lasagna, and enough garlic bread that it had to be cooked in three batches.
Haley was not about to complain, however, as she shoveled bite after bite of cheese and sauce and carbs into her mouth greedily. After each extra large square of layered pasta was devoured, the chubby brunette used a chunk of garlic bread that was almost more cheese than bread to mop up the sauce, wiping the plate clean for the next generous helping.
Like Garfield the cat, Haley devoured both trays of lasagna, the wide crescent of pale skin showing between the hem of her (formerly) loose blouse and the top of her leggings growing wider and wider throughout the meal. When the pasta was gone, she eagerly gulped down the rest of the bread, pressing both hands on the taut drum of a stomach that had spent the entire day wavering between "full" and "ridiculously full."
"That was great –hic– mama."
Haley let out a long, soft belch, and could almost feel her bloated middle soften slightly, making a tiny bit of room.
"Do we have anything for dessert?"
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