chapter 42 - a terrible thing to waste [4/4]

“How —” Gripping her twin pigtails, Frida stood in front of a barricade of chairs blocking the closed kitchen door. Carefully, she approached the cake-smeared girl on the floor, slurred words colored by terror. "— What did you DO?!”

“Uh…” Sophie’s vision slowly focused. She lifted her hand off her belly, turning it in front of her face. “How long was I out?”

“How much did you EAT?”

“Not that much!” Sophie could feel her face become hotter as she spoke the words. “I know this looks bad, but listen! I—”

The moment Sophie sat up, a button from her undershirt flew off. Flying in an arc, it sailed across the kitchen, eventually ending its journey square in the middle of a certain baker’s forehead.

“F-Frida! Are you okay?!” Sophie brushed away a portion of the coating of crumbs on her face, but, with her hands already covered, she only ended up adding more. Using the floor as leverage, she sat up again — and a loud, tearing sound soon followed.

“Sophie Seidel…” A round, red mark on her forehead, Frida stood perfectly still, staring hungrily at the soft rolls flowing through the burst seams of Sophie’s uniform. “You...you…”

“I’m sorry! I couldn’t help myself!”

“You…” Frida’s pupils widened as her drunken feet stepped closer. “...absolute, shameless glutton…”

The young baker looked to be in a trance, stepping in time with the growing pulses of pleasure that radiated from the junction of her thighs. “After all that preparation, after everything I told you, all that candy you wolfed down to sate your appetite—” she spoke softly, one hand lifting the underside of Sophie's chin while the other pressed into the wall. "— you failed."

Freshly padded with a new layer of fat, Sophie’s chin wobbled just the slightest bit as she looked away, trembling voice on the verge of tears. “Your cousins are right. I’m just a fat pig…”

“Yes. You are...” Frida smiled dreamily. Her forehead met Sophie’s as she leaned closer, palms cupping Sophie’s cheeks. “A big, fat, messy greedy hog...”

“Frida? what are you—”

A short squeal slipped past Sophie’s lips as they were suddenly — and assertively — locked with Frida’s.

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