Wendy filled her curved cheeks with food, a smile on her face as she practically inhaled her snacks. She felt a slight pang in her belly as it was pushed to its limits, but that simply generated a strange sensation in Wendy, a pleasurable one, but strange nonetheless. What was this feeling?
Soon, she recognized it as indigestion.
"Hey, mom, hang on a sec," Wendy gulped, taking time out to relax her bowels.
"Oh, anything for you, my sweetie pie," her mother said, resting her hands on her daughter's shoulder. Her fingers pressed into her flesh, and, soon, Wendy came to realize something was a tad off about her touch. It wasn't like this was the first time her mother had rested her hand on her shoulder, but right now, there was just something strangely unsettling about her touch.
As though she were measuring just how much flesh she had on her.
Was her mother fattening her up? That was a silly idea, really. What reason would she have for trying to plumpen up her own daughter into a butterball? Was it perhaps to teach her a lesson for wanting sugary junk so often? That would seem a little extreme of a response, wouldn't it? Even so, it was odd how she'd magically just change her tune overnight like that. Or what if her parents right now were really lizard people disguised as human beings, fattening Wendy up just so they could eat of her flesh!?
...nah, that'd be stupid...
Even though, by eating her full she'd be playing into her mother's plans, assuming her paranoia had even a thread of truth behind them. Then again, maybe this whole ordeal was stupid. Probably was. She should just enjoy the environment.
Shouldn't she?
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