Natasja bounced impatiently in her car seat, desperate for her mother to return. She wasn't even that hungry after the cookies she'd eaten an hour ago, but she loved pizza too much to care about how full she felt. She stared out into the rain, waiting for Vivian to appear in the pizza place's door, practically tasting the seconds shuffle by. After what felt like at least an hour her mom hurried out, three boxes of pizza under one arm and a bottle of pop clutched in her other hand. She pulled open the car door and climbed inside, shaking the rain from her dark hair and depositing the pizzas on the passenger seat. She turned to smile at Natasja in the back, who was straining desperately towards the pizza boxes.
"There we go. One pizza with everything on it, and two pepperonis."
"Are they all for me?" The six year old asked, eyes wide. Vivian laughed.
"No, silly. The pepperonis are for me and your sister."
"Oh. Right." She paused sadly, then realized that still left an entire pizza for her. "Can I have some now?" She asked enthusiastically.
"Not just yet, Nat. Wait until we get home."
For Natasja, the journey home felt even longer than the wait in the car. The pizzas were emitting a delicious, enticing smell, and her slightly rounded stomach had begun to grumble in anticipation. By the time they finally parked behind their flat and Vivian let Natasja out of her car seat, she was practically bouncing along behind her mother as they climbed the stairs up to their room. Vivian smiled at her daughter.
“Wow, Nat. I don’t normally see you so energetic! Perhaps I should buy pizza more often?”
“Yes! Yes!” Natasja skipped up the flight of stairs and waited impatiently at the top for her mom to catch up. Eventually, they reached their floor and Vivian unlocked the door, letting the six year old zoom across the room to the table, where she sat half exhausted from the climb, half eager for the meal.
“One minute, wait for your sister.” Said Vivian, and not a moment later the bedroom door opened.
“Hi Rebecca.” Said Natasja. “We’re having pizza!” She pointed at the boxes in their mothers’ arms.
“Great!” She said, joining her sister at the table. “I’m starving.”
Rebecca was almost as fond of pizza as her younger sister was, and it showed on her nine year old body; a thick midsection and rounded belly were obvious beneath her tight shirt, and tight jeans revealed her large butt and chunky thighs. Her dislike of exercise had left her limbs soft and flabby; the furthest she liked to walk was to the fridge and then back to her bed.
Vivian deposited the pizzas in the middle of the table, then went to the cupboard to grab some glasses. Without even waiting for her to return, her two daughters ripped open the boxes and began eating, stuffing delicious tomato-sauce covered slices into their hungry mouths.
Vivian turned back towards the table, glasses in hand, but before she could sit down…
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