Chapter 4

Two days later it had started snowing, sticking to the icey cold ground outside. Sarah sighed sitting on the window seat watching the white clumps of snow fall from the sky. Normally she would be wearing jeans or khakis but no thanks to Lindsey or Mrs. Townsend they didn’t exactly fit anymore. She had to resort to wearing a pair of Lindsey’s old sweats. She still wore her own t-shirt and surrendered to the fact that her belly was too big for most of her shirts to cover it and so left it out in the open, two rolls, the lowest sitting on her sweat pants and the top roll hanging lower and thicker with each meal. The top roll hid her once visible belly button making it look like her belly was cut in half.

Her appetite had officially changed, she was always hungry now. Always looking for a way to get some more food. Her logical reasoning of when enough food was enough had disappeared as well. Her mind continued to tell her she could never have enough and she would only eat if she were hungry.

Her belly gurgled and growled, she looked down to see the pale mound of flab sitting in her lap. She rubbed it comfortingly and burped softly. “I just fed you, a lot I might add, you can’t be hungry again.”

Her stomach gurgled again and she stood up not noticing the jiggling it was doing. She wasn’t just eating a lot she was gaining weight and stretching her stomach. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew this but didn’t seem to care or if she did her stomach talked her mind out of it.

As she waddled to the kitchen for another snack she felt her already tight baby doll tee ride up a bit more exposing more of her gluttony to whomever walked by. Robotically she walked to the buffet style table where Mrs. Townsend kept the deserts and had been sense Thanksgiving, she grabbed a paper plate and let her stomach do the “shopping”.

Mrs. Townsend was a great mother, she claimed that a happy child was a full child which was why Lindsey had gained so much weight since she was a little girl, Mrs. Townsend was always offering them more to eat, encouraging second, third, even fourth helpings at meals, and worse mentioning out loud if your stomach was growling to get some food.

“Sarah, what are you doing?” Lindsey’s voice came from the back door way and she walked in taking her outside coat off revealing her stomach as well, still taut as it had been before she left. “I thought you just sent me a text that said you’d just eaten not ten minutes ago.”

Sarah blushed in mid bite, her fork stopped centimeters away from her mouth, on it was a big bite of chocolate chessnut pie. “Uhm, well you see…uh..” She had no excuse but didn’t put her fork down. Instead she let it continue it’s journey through her lips and sighed happily as her tongue tasted the sweet chocolate. “Sorry,” She mumbled through a mouthful, “I just can’t help it. My stomach needs more food now a days.”