One week.
One week was all it took for Alice to give in to the lazy ways of Buttercombe, any thoughts of exercise effectively banished from her mind after her negative experience with Ms. Knight. This didn't mean she was unaware of her weight as it slowly continued to creep up, despite her best (yet ultimately futile, between Megan, Ronnie, and Mel) attempts at curbing her appetite. And it wasn't just her friends. Even if she had skipped meals (mostly impossible due to the aforementioned friends dragging her to the cafeteria every few hours), she wasn't even free from food within her classes! Teachers were constantly handing out "treats" for getting answers correct, doing activities the fastest, even just for participating!
The end result was that Alice spent most of her busy time eating... Along with most of her down time. Mel's appetite came back with a vengeance and she was constantly dragging Alice back to the cafeteria. Hillary's appetite... Well, it was the same as always, there were constantly various foods strewn throughout the room which Hillary INSISTED Alice tried. And Ronnie... Well let's just say that Ronnie's hospitality could warm even the coldest of hearts if she had the chance... Or at least smother them in gravy.
Alice had never been "physically oriented" to start, so her quick downfall into lethargy wouldn't have surprised many people- Alice included. That combined with the almost constant onslaught of calories... Well, Alice wasn't getting any smaller. Her pot belly- minimal at the official start of the semester- had slowly increased in sized, and on the rare occasion it wasn't stuffed full of food, it still curved outwards with a noticeable amount of pudge.
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"...Anyways, we finished touring the this wonderful church, and of COURSE I just had to try as much of the cuisine, I mean, you don't get to go to Italy every day! So I'm insisting that we hit all these restaurants and the girls I'm with are just soooo against it because they're watching their figures and they want to go clubbing... Oh, try some of these, Alice, they're wonderful! So anyways..." Hillary continued to drone on with yet another story about her rich, overseas adventures as she handed Alice the fourth... Or was it fifth? Plate of whatever foreign delight was present in front of her, a massive box shipped in from one of Hillary's various rich friends, probably. Alice could hardly think straight, stuffed as she was, yet she found no need to get up or try to stop, content with the lazy afternoon that was becoming a common occurrence after she finished classes for the day.
That is, until...
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