At first, Claire's mom felt like an idiot. Of course. All this time, Claire had been pushing all of her unwanted food onto Rachel, and the pig of a girl had been more than happy to scarf it down. No wonder Claire's gains had slowed down - all of the calories had been sliding down Rachel's fat-ringed throat instead.
But her initial anger soon faded. She could use this. They still had plenty of time before their gaining deadline. And seeing the way Claire was looking at Rachel made her realize that this 'setback' wasn't a setback at all; it was leverage. And leverage had to be used.
"Rachel, how about tomorrow I take you shopping for new clothes that fit you better?" Claire's mother suggested. "And in the meantime, don't worry about your shirt. You're practically family, after all. I'd really love for you to stay for dinner tonight, too. I'll make a big meal, and you and Claire can eat to your hearts' content. Okay?"
Claire looked back and forth between her mother and Rachel, who was rubbing her belly at the suggestion of food. What was she playing at?
"And Claire, don't worry about finishing it all," she continued. "I'm sure Rachel will be more than happy to help out with any leftovers."
Claire's eyes widened in sudden understanding.
If she didn't finish her food, it would end up in Rachel's ever-swelling belly. Which meant the only way she could keep Rachel from stuffing herself silly was to eat the food herself.
"Wait, Mom-"
"I'll be in the kitchen when you're ready for more snacks!" her mother said, walking out the door.
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