It was the weekend, and Casey and Derek were home alone. The kids were all at friends houses, and Nora and George were away, leaving the older two to house sit.
Casey wasn't speaking to Derek since the event in the living room. It had inflamed her, and driven Casey to drop five more pounds: she was skeletal.
Derek knew that his chance to act was now. Not only did he want her fat, but if she didn't gain weight her health would be in trouble, plus they had the house to themselves.
"Casey, get your fat butt down here and make me some kraft dinner!" Derek was in the kitchen.
"Screw off Derek, you can make it yourself." Casey called from upstairs.
"Ah, ah ah, Nora said we had tro alternate making dinner, and I made it last night. It's not my fault that you didn't eat any." Casey screamed upstairs then apeared in the Kitchen wearing a loose tanktop (once tight and flattering)and pyjama pants and irritably began fixing his dinner. When she was done, she scooped a flourescent orange blob of noodles into a bowl and slammed it down on the table.
"De-rek! Dinner is served!" She yelled.
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