chapter 3 part 1/4

Note: the pic is one I found on a reddit feed, and this story is total fiction, and I in no way think people should actually kidnap and perform unwanted surgeries on their step siblings. Chapter 1 is a bit slow, but then things rev up. Incomplete for now.

CH. 3

It was awkward waking up. Margaret felt like her eye had been shut for years. They weren't gummy, but felt heavy, and so did the rest of her. She stretched and moaned. God, these silk sheets were great but damn her skin felt sore. Stretched, and pained. Her whole body ached. She rubbed her eyes and struggled to sit up. And then realized she had no idea where she was.

"Wh... what???" She sat fully up no shred of sleep clinging to her. Her room, this wasn't her room. Was it? No. And yet, it was. It was her room from the first few months when she and Lavina had moved into with Christopher and Belinda. The room had been Belindas, but her step sister had told her she could have. It looked the same and yet, different. Same light purple paint and chubby bunny border. Just as it had been when she had taken it, before she had it redone to suit her wishes. She looked across the room where the door was. It seemed bigger somehow. The whole room felt bigger. She had had a twin canopy bed then. This bed was a huge king sized bed with a soft upholstered headboard and odd notches on the head and footboard. And yet the room didn't look small. And there was a large mirror across from the bed (as well as on the ceiling, but she hadn't noticed that yet)

Margaret scrambled to the edge of the bed and winced as she did. She tried to remember what had happened. Drinks, guy and headlights?

She struggled up. She was feeling better as she moved more. it was as if she hadn't moved for ages. She examined herself as she finally got to her feet. A large mirror was the other new addition to the room .She looked at it, afraid of seeing something disfiguring from the accident, but she seemed fine. If her skin was a bit flushed and her tan a little less that could be from however long she was out. Her long blonde hair was bouncy and hung in waves as if she had just been showered. She was wearing a tight white tank top, no bra, and tiny spandex shorts that showed off what little curves she had, as well as the almighty heigh gap that was her pride and joy. Her breasts were super sore. She touched them and grimaced a bit. Her skin hurt, but it was fading fast. She looked at her reflection wondering how long she had been out. She checked the inside of her arms for IV marks but found none. Surely the accident had caused something other then soreness.

The she remembered with a start that she had seen Belinda. Or had she? The room seemed to indicate she had.

"Ugh that fat pig" she muttered.

But as the words came out of her mouth the felt a strange jolt. Her stomach rumbled and her breasts seemed to tighten. She took a deep breath, a concerned look on her face and padded barefoot to the door. She was afraid for a moment that the oversized door would be locked, but it opened with barely a touch of the handle.

Margaret peered through the doorway, the light was on, but it seemed much wider and longer then it had when she was a preteen. Though her memory could have been wrong, since they hadn't lived in the tiny house for long. Lavinia saw to that.

"hello?" she called hoping some sort of servant or whatever was there. Shouldn't she be in a hospital? Shouldn't someone be there to take care of her?

A bit shaky on her legs, Margaret hurried down the hall. It was quite wide, as if the house had been stretched and pulled like taffy. She turned a corner and came down a shorter hall with a set of double doors. If her memory was right, then it should have lead to where the kitchen had been in the old house.

Margaret cautiously pushed it open and gasped at what was inside.

It was the kitchen, but not the same kitchen. It was huge and renovated, with a large buffet and two refrigerators. The cabinets were a cherry red and the countertops white granite with silver, gold and black flecks. There was a huge kitchen island and a large wooden table with five chairs with arms and cushy red seats. The table was set with large platter size plates and folded white linen napkins and gleaming silverware. Soft music was playing in the background. And over at the stove, cooking what smelled like a heavenly breakfast, stood Belinda.

The tall girl looked up as Margaret entered.

"Now you should be resting!" she said in a voice a touch huskier then it had been at 20.

The years had been good to Belinda. She was no thiner to be sure, but her weight seemed more solid somehow evenly spread out over her body. She seemed strong and proud. Her hair fell in a shimmery black curtain down her back, her eyes were bright and clear, her eyelashes just as thick and dark as ever. She was wearing blue jeans and a red shirt that clung to her every curve. But she didn't seem ashamed of the belly she had that puffed out under it. The cap sleeves didn't make her large arms seem doughy, but strong. A smile on her face made her cheeks dimple and her slight double chin wobbled as she moved around.

Margaret felt her mouth water. If she hadn't already been shocked by the sight of Belinda standing there, and of the kitchen, she might have been shocked at that strange feeling of hunger and need in reaction to the smells of food.

"What.. what is going on?" Margaret stammered.

Belinda shook her head "Oh, you don't know? Of course you don't. You were in an accident. sweetie. A car hit you, and Aunt Jennifer and i brought you here to recoup. You had to have a lot of surgeries and we wanted to you to have the best care and be back to yourself in no time. Just waking up to perfect health. You are welcome by the way."

"For what?" Margaret felt the sneer coming onto her face. Her mother would have gotten her the best care anyways, probably better. She would have probably come out with new boobs, and better cheek bones if her mom had taken care of her. Maybe even a TV special.

The taller girl shook her head "For the technology that fixed you, it is all quite new and I knew you wouldn't want any scars or the like on that body of yours."

"Sc..scars??" Margaret looked down. She hadn't checked her body for marks, what if she was scared somewhere there? Her body was her only commodity.

"I alway told you that i wanted to take care of you, and I finally had the chance. When I heard what happened I flew right out. What are sisters for?"

"Step sisters." Margaret corrected with harsh laugh. "And that whole caring thing was creepy when we were kids, and its even more creepy now Belly-inda" she drew out the hated nickname, enjoying being able to say it to Belindas face again. But Belinda didn't even flinch. She just nodded and kept on cooking. Probably something horribly fatty to keep growing that figure of hers. Ugh, she was gross. What a fat...

Margaret threw out a hand to steady herself, she felt a wave of hunger slowly starting to make its way through her as her stomach growled. She looked down shocked.

"Oh don't worry, it's perfectly normal to be hungry. You were out for about a month"

Margaret flushed realizing Belinda had heard her stomach. Then she processed the words.

"A MONTH?!?!?!" Margaret screamed. A month. What had happened? What did people think? Did they know where she was? What about whats his name from that night?

Belinda nodded and started moving food from the pan to the plates next to her. Eggs, bacon, there were already hash browns in the warmer as well as waffles and all the trimmings.

"Like I said, we had to repair a lot of damage. Your mother was perfectly OK with it when we showed her the before picture and the after. Jonathan, your date that night, was worried but he had to get back to his job in New York. We'll have to let him know you were OK"

"Jonathan? Oh.. OHH that guy. Yeah. he cared? Oh good." Margaret was part happy that the guy had cared enough to be worried, maybe that night would prove to her benefit, but she was also scared about the idea of a before and after. And she was hungry. Damn was she hungry.

And oddly, horny.

Margaret didn't get horny. Her mother told her over and over that she could pleasure herself and enjoy sex as much as she wanted AFTER she nailed a rich husband prenup free. Until then, it was all about him. And as such, Margaret didn't much bother with her own pleasure. But right now she was tingly. And hungry. So hungry.

"Look, I know you don't eat much, but you were just through a traumatic event Peggy" Belinda brought the food over to the table on two large plates. Margaret was so hungry she didn't even get mad at being called Peggy. "I promise you won't get chubby and stay that way. You need to eat to feel better" she put the plate down, and poured a thick layer of sticky sweet syrup over the pile of waffles, pulled out a chair and uncovered a platter of cinnamon rolls.

TBC

**more to come. comment if you like or want more, or if you have suggestions or ideas etc.