(I realize there may or may not be confusion on everyone's part due to a typo in the first chapter, so I'm going with Samantha)
Samantha grabs the twinkies, slowly opening the box when she felt something grab her from behind. She screamed, getting pulled back into the fridge, which somehow swallowed her fat body whole. After tumbling and screaming for what felt like ages, she landed on her bed, panting, the fat body she had wobbled and shook. She looked around, her room was a mess! Uneaten foods, wrappers, and clothes that had food spots all over them! Samantha was revolting at her own room, as she attempted to waddle out. She comes across her mother, cooking food for her daughter.
"Oh honey~" Cooed the woman in her mid thirties, "I didn't think you'd be up so early!"
The mother walked over and kissed Samantha on the cheek, as Samantha pushes back a bit.
"Wh...what's going on?" Samantha asked her mother, "Why are you not angry at me? Why are you not wondering why I'm so fat? Why are you so damn nice to me right now?!"
"You said it yourself, you told me you weren't feeling well last night after someone darted your rear end!" The mother stated, patting Samantha's stomach.
As she went back to cooking, Samantha gasped, there was something so...odd about being pat on the stomach. Samantha couldn't tell what kind of emotion she should be feeling! Samantha grunts as she sits down, still depressed from her gaining. She gasped, however, seeing that her mother had a large breakfast set out for her.
"Mom, what the fuck?!" She stated, "I can't eat all of this!"
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