Chapter #5Same stuff, different day by: amber   By: mephilis
The bright morning sun shined like a flashlight through the windows of Savannah's room, lighting up the room and bearing down on Savannah herself, which eventually woke her from her slumber. Savannah groaned and rubbed her eyes, then opened them so they could adjust to the excess light. She then threw the covers off herself, revealing her large, overweight frame, cuddled tightly in her purple pajamas. Her body argued with the pajamas, as they clearly weren't big enough to fit comfortably onto her, and her pajama shirt failed to cover her entire torso, as some of her belly could be seen in between the pajama shirt and pants. Furthermore, the shirt looked like it was under massive stress. The wholes in between each button was easily visible, and the bottom button looked like it had its day.
Savannah sat up, her blond hair falling over her face. She wiped the hair to the side and looked down at herself. Her pajama shirt was riddled with stains and crumbs, something that was actually rather normal for Savannah. Her parents didn't know it, but their daughter sleep eats. Every night, late at night, Savannah would get up, go to the kitchen, and eat. Just eat. When she would feel full, she would sleep-walk back to her bed and lay back down, all without waking up. Savannah was able to conclude that she sleep-eats by adding her stained clothes with her parents confusion. She of course never told them.
Savannah got up from her bed and stretched, pulling her pajama shirt even further up her body, even over her belly button. Her room contained of course her bed, a dresser right next to the foot of the bed, a closet just beside the dresser, a desk and a computer on the corner opposite from the door, a desk with a TV in between the two windows, and a mirror in between the door and the computer. Savannah turned to the mirror and looked at the sight there was to behold. She grinned, as she thought she looked adorably cute. She then turned to her side, showing just how far her belly stuck out. Sure enough, it stuck out quite far, and hanged a little, giving definition to how thick of a girl Savannah is. Her midsection wasn't the only part of her body to have excess fat, in fact, her entire body was loaded with it. Her arms were flabby, her thighs were of course very thick, her butt was rather large, her face was pudgy, and she had little bit of a double chin showing up. Savannah rubbed her plump belly, its smooth and round feel always did bring a smile to her face. Her stomach gave a slight growl, which can only mean one thing. Time to eat.
Savannah headed out of her room and made her way towards the kitchen. She wouldn't bother changing out of her pajamas until after she had breakfast, unless it was a school day, but she didn't have to for today, as it was Saturday. She would normally wake up before her parents did on days like this, though sometimes is she stays up too late, she'll sleep in a bit longer than usual. This, however, would not impede her sleep eating.
Savannah entered the kitchen. It was well kept and well cleaned, with a bright shiny tile floor and shiny wooden counters. The only real problem with this kitchen is the fact that the floor is always riddled with crumbs in the morning, thanks to Savannah. The tubby girl opened the fridge, pulled out a jug of milk, and placed it on the counter. She then looked into the pantry and pulled out a box of cereal. Only one problem, the box was empty. Sure enough, Savannah must have eaten the rest of that box of cereal during her sleep eating. She tossed that box in the garbage and pulled out another, this time it wasn't empty.
This is how every day of Savannah's life begins. She'd wake up, get out of bed, get dressed for school (aside from weekends obviously), then she'd usually make her own breakfast, unless her mom woke up soon enough to make it for her, which only happened on school days and wasn't often. Her mom would sometimes just set food out and let Savannah make it herself, much like what she's doing right now to make cereal. A weekend morning is always a time for Savannah to look forward to, as she is almost always awake long before her parents are, allowing her to eat whatever she wanted, and better yet, in peace and quiet.
Savannah finished making her bowl of cereal and sat down at the dining table. The bowl was rather large, and was certainly loaded with the crunchy cereal. It goes without saying that Savannah has a rather large appetite, though almost no one except for Savannah's friends would know this, as no one would ever see Savannah eat on her own terms, all anyone would ever see her eat is what's given to her. Savannah dug in ravenously, quickly reducing the amount of cereal in the bowl spoonful after spoonful. It would take her a while, but Savannah eventually ate all the cereal in the bowl, leaving only milk inside. She picked up the bowl and began chugging the milk down, completely draining it until there wasn't a drop left. She sat the bowl down, and had a line of milk resting over her upper lip. She licked it off and brought the bowl and spoon to the sink. She looked at her belly and patted it, as the sounds of footsteps started coming towards her.
"Good morning my sweet princess." Said a voice.
Savannah slowly turned around and smiled, "Morning mom."
"What did you have for breakfast?" Savannah's mom, Heather, asked as she walked into the kitchen. Heather was a rather thin woman with darkish blond hair and blue eyes. If you were to look at the two of them beside each other, Savannah and Heather, you would only be able to tell they were mother and daughter by their hair and eyes, obviously due to Savannah's heavy frame. Heather never minded her daughter's excess weight, and neither did her husband, Sean. They were of course both very happy with their wonderful daughter, even if she was overweight.
"Just cereal." Savannah simply answered. Heather looked at Savannah, particularly her belly, which her pajama shirt failed to completely cover.
"Well, looks like we're going to the store today." Heather said.
"Why?" Savannah asked.
Heather bent over and gave Savannah's belly a slight poke, "These pajamas aren't going to last much longer. You're going to need bigger clothes. Go get dressed, we'll go once I'm done with my breakfast."
"Ok mom." Said Savannah as she walked past her mother, heading for her room.
"Hmm, I guess I do need bigger clothes." Said Savannah. She wore a white shirt, brown shorts, and flip-flops. The shirt wasn't doing a very good job. It covered her entire torso, but it felt uncomfortably tight, and her shorts where the same way, tight around the waist.
Savannah sighed, "These will have to do."
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