Ms. Elderbrook smiled at her students as she made her way through the work stations checking on their progress. She looked over Ginger's sholder at the cake batter she was mixing and gave her a nod of aproval. Turning she looked to the stove where Violet was still savoring her chocolate daydreams.

"Remeber constant stiring is the key to creamy chocolate Violet" she sang as she stepped up next to the young heroine.

A chill ran down Violet's spine as her teacher moved in next to her and looked over the work station before her. First Ms. Elderbrook took a good look at the chocolate pan before her with a critical eye, noticing the pithy amount of chocolate still left at her station. Violet cringed slightly as Ms. Elderbrook began scrutiniazing the empty wrappers of the chocolate blocks, looking for the rest but not finding it.

"Violet..." She paused counting the wrappers "How many of these did you use...?"

"Uh, well, you know..." Violet tripped all over herself trying to regain her composure. "That is I... the chocolate... I used..." Violet's mind raced for a way out "I... used what the recipe called for!" slipped out of Violet's mouth as her stomach twisted into a knot and her body numbed with coldness. She knew there was no way to hide her crime and flat out lying was suddenly a less attractive option now that she heard how absurd it sounded coming out of her mouth.

"But your pan clearly has more than amount called for by the recipe" Ms. Elderbrook tilted her head slightly and opened her book to the recipes for that day.

"Three bars" Violet blurted out not even thinking before she spoke, her lack of a defence just left her on auto pliot. "That's how much I used when I bake this with my mom, I guess I didn't really pay attention to the recipe." Violet trembled with nothing to hide behind but her flimsy story.

"Oh" the young teacher thoughtfully mused. "You probably baked a layer cake with your Mom, I'm not sure how well this recipe would come out if all that chocolate was added...it would probably be inedible!" Violet leaped onto her teacher's comment for dear life. Feigning surprise, Violet put her hand to her cheek. "Oh! That's right, I completely got the recopies mixed up in my head, we baked a layer cake just last week!"
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Violet emerged from Home Ec with her shoulders slumped and her head in the clouds. There was no way Miss Elderbook didn't pick up on some serious hesitation, and her friends, while more dismissive of the missing chocolate, definitely shot her some looks that inquired of her mental health when she explained the situation.

To her horror, Violet found her concentration growing even fuzzier despite her sudden gluttony. A moment after sitting down, Violet could have sworn she smelled some sort of savory aroma wafting from nearby. At the end of English class, Violet had taken all of three lines of notes, then had proceeded to sketch a heaping plate of eggs and bacon as Hamlet's character synopsis. Realizing this as the bell rang, Violet cursed herself under her breath. "I need an A on this exam and I spent a half hour zoned out! Home ec isn't a big deal but if I mess up on this it's going to wreck my average!" Violet left the classroom anxious, ignoring that she was doing quite well in English and pretty much every other class. Violet wouldn't harp about it to her friends or parents, but she took a quiet but intense pride in her rather high average. While lapsing on a single test would barely affect it, Violet did not achieve her high marks in the first place through complacency. She would have to hit the books hard tonight, and then after that...

Violet's friends finally tracked her down; Violet had blown past their lunch table, clearly worried about something, emerged from the lunch line with a plate heaped with mashed potatoes and chicken fingers, sat at the closest available table, and began tearing into her meal as if she hadn't eaten in days. They gossiped amongst themselves as they watched her and had their plans of going up to her and asking what was wrong foiled as she dashed back into the lunch line as they approached. When Violet returned, she had yet another plate of food, and the look on her face was enough to make them decide it was best not to break her concentration.

...but if she took the time to read the last act tonight, would she be able to work all of her geometry problems? Not that her mom would care in her current state...what was up with mom anyway? What time was it?
Violet realized she had been daydreaming again. "It must be time for lunch." she thought. Glancing up at the clock in the hallway, her jaw dropped. Everything clicked into place. She had taken her lunch period...and overeaten. "But...I'm starving!" Violet whispered to herself. That was when the smell hit her again. She stopped cold, wheeled around searching for a source, then, eyes widening, Violet tore off her backpack and unzipped both compartments. Despite being nearly a half day old, the smell of the breakfast her Mother had stealthily packed for her was both strong and inviting. Violet noticed a little drool had fallen from her lips into her bag as she loomed over it, her belly pressing gently against the fabric of her sweater as she hunched over. Well aware that she had just eaten over twice the amount of food she normally did during lunch, Violet grabbed the paper bag from her backpack, grabbed the bookbag with her other hand, then sprinted off into the nearest girls' bathroom.

There where eight foodstuffs wrapped in foil and a thermos inside the paper lunch bag. Violet ripped open one of the smaller looking packages to find an extremely large cheeseburger. Despite being loaded with bacon, the sandwich held together in her hands, glued in place by generous amounts of lard. Violet inhaled deeply, knowing deep down that this meal would be different from cafeteria food; it smelled....real. It would fulfill her crazy appetite...for better or for worse. As her teeth sunk into the oily buns, an image of her mother, obese and gluttonous, too fat to do more than waddle around and eat, ran through her head, but the taste of the burger quickly rendered her powerless. She found her pace picking up, and unlike the cafeteria food, which she was shoveling down to fill the void of her hunger, Violet was enjoying every last bite of her current meal. After devouring her second course, a positively overstuffed breakfast wrap packed full of sausage and cheddar, Violet rapidly unscrewed the thermos. Hoping for soda, Violet was pleasantly surprised to find a milkshake. Despite the beverage being nearly as thick as molasses, Violet gulped down a quarter-thermos, tasting whipped cream and peanut-butter, finishing the motion with a refreshed "Aaaah!" For the first time since breakfast, Violet felt her stomach start to fill.

Positively flushed with pleasure and eager to enjoy the rest of her meal, Violet dashed into a bathroom stall, snapped the lid of the toilet down, and sat down to eat. However, before she could get very far into her next lard-bacon cheeseburger, she noticed she had begun to sweat; the heavy sweater she had worn from home to cover her new belly flab was a slightly weather-inappropriate. Ripping off the annoying garment, Violet noticed that the what tank top she had on under it had ridden up over her stomach. It also showed a bit of her newly developed cleavage. Violet cared extremely little about how unflattering her outfit was, however. Even as bits of ketchup, milkshake, and greasy egg dropped onto her shirt, Violet had not the slightest care for her appearance. By the time she neared the end of her meal, Violet's face had reddened and her perspiration had started up once more, indifferent to her scantily clad state. Sticking the last bit of cheeseburger bun into the thermos to sop up any remaining peanut-buttery indulgence, Violet finished her meal. She felt almost full, and totally satisfied. She brought a greasy hand to her now distended gut and caressed her midriff, more than a little relieved to not hear it roaring with hunger. Her greasy fingers coated her gut with an oily sheen, which, in Violet's hazy opinion, felt extremely nice. She sat there for a few moments, rubbing and admiring.

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Violet tried her best to get herself on her feet and out of the bathroom so she wouldn't miss more than half of her biology class. A smile on her face for the first time that day, Violet began to head down the hallway to the stairs, letting a little pent-up gas out with a belch. Her mind began to clear, and as Violet felt the slightest prick of a hunger pang returning, she began to wonder if she was forgetting something.

That's when Violet saw Miss Elderbrook staring at her, very perplexed, from across the hall...and when she realized she had forgotten to put her sweater back on.