"Renee?"
Renee's hand froze. Halfway to her mouth, a handful of potato chips nestled in her palm. Slowly, her head turned. In the dim light coming in through the window stood Jenny at the foot of the stairs, a confused look barely visible on her shadowed face.
"Renee? What... what are you doing? I thought you went to sleep hours ago."
Renee could feel her face flush with embarrassment, and though her mouth was moving, no words came out. Her eyes darted this way and that, surveying the empty packages scattered around her before returning to her sister's confused face.
The silence stretched on, broken only by the continued humming of the refrigerator and the ticking of the grandfather clock from the next room. The white light from the moon cast an ethereal glow on the kitchen, and Renee's face shone in contrast.
"Renee?"
Renee took a deep breath, hoping to mitigate the damage of being discovered during a binge, "I... I missed dinner by accident, and I... I was hungry, so I thought I'd get a little snack before going back to bed."
Try as she might, she couldn't look Jenny in the eyes. Her face burned in embarrassment for being caught , and she didn't want to see her sister's response.
"Oh," Jenny said, "Why didn't you just say so? I'm sure there're some leftovers in the fridge, so there was no need to scrounge around for something. Come on, let's get you something proper to eat."
Renee let out a quiet sigh as Jenny smiled at her and strode quietly across the kitchen towards the fridge. Still too shy to make eye contact with her bigger sister, Renee's gaze followed the movement in quiet contemplation.
Her sister was right. Surely there would be leftovers from dinner, especially since Renee hadn't been present, so why had her first thought been of the fattening foods stored in the cupboard? Why had her body carried her straight towards them when she'd entered the kitchen?
"Renee?"
Renee dragged her gaze back towards Jenny, who was waiting patiently with a plate of food in her hands, her head tilted in curiosity. Renee took a deep breath, hoping to regain her composure, then hopped off the counter where she'd been sitting, feeling a slight twinge in her chubby belly from the sharp downward movement.
"Sorry," Renee muttered as she moved towards her bigger sister and took the plate from her outstretched hands, "I was just... just thinking about something."
"Hmmm," Jenny hummed, "Well, think about this. It looks to me like there's still plenty of cookies here on the counter that you haven't touched. You know I baked them especially for you. So, once you finish that plate of food, why don't you take that tray of cookies up to your room so that you can have something to snack on during the night if you get hungry?"
Renee smiled at her older sister, "Thanks."
"Don't mention it. Now, I think I'm going to head back to bed."
Renee watched as Jenny left the kitchen, her body swaying seductively with each step of her toned legs. Her hips rocked back and forth as if on a boat in the sea. The curve of her breasts were faintly visible in the moonlight, unrestrained by any bra as they swung gently side-to-side.
Jenny quickly disappeared back up the stairs, leaving Renee alone in the quiet kitchen, save for the hum of the refrigerator and ticking of the clock. The wind seemed to pick up outside, a moan echoing through the cracks and crevices of the house and Renee could picture the trees swaying in the breeze like dancers in an empty ballroom.
With another sigh, Renee glanced at the laden plate of food her sister had handed her. Roast beef, potatoes, carrots, coleslaw, and an apple filling her plate. Her mouth watered just looking at it, and she quickly moved to reheat the dish in the microwave. The buttons beeped loudly in the quiet house, and soon the loud hum of the microwave drowned out even the sorrowful wind outside.
Renee watched the seconds tick by, each one seeming to last an eternity to her eager stomach, desperate for more food. Her mouth salivated, and her eyes glanced towards the still open cupboard where the trove of junk food seemed to call to the tween like a siren's song. Her stomach turned, trying to drive her towards the fattening sweets that waited just a few feet away. Surely, a few more chips wouldn't hurt while she waited for the plate of food to finish reheating.
The seconds crawled onward and eternity seemed inevitable as Renee kicked herself for her thoughtless decision. The pile of food on the plate in the microwave was probably more than enough for the plump tween, but now the sight of the fat filled snack foods in the dimly lit kitchen was proving more enticing than ever.
Renee bit her lip and took a step nearer to the cupboard where her sister had interrupted her fattening feast. Another step closer. Her mind seemed to cloud as she licked her lips. She was almost close enough to reach the snacks in the cupboard, her meal temporarily forgotten. Her stomach growled and her mouth watered, her mind still battling with the decision to jump towards the fat filled snacks or to resist in leu of the healthier meal and cookies. Though her mind kept asking, "Why not all of it? Why not the leftovers, cookies, and junk food? Did she really need to limit herself to just the plate of food and cookies?"
Her belly jiggled with each step forward, her eyes wide in anticipation of finally getting another taste of that scrumptious food she had failed to finish before her older sister had come into the kitchen. One more step towards the bountiful cupboard. It clouded her mind with the desire to fill her belly, to binge, to be gluttonous despite the consequences to her body. This was the force that had been growing inside her the last few months, the reason she was no longer thin and petite. With the onset of puberty, her appetite had swollen to epic proportions, and she felt powerless to stop it.
Her body seemed to take the last step of its own volition, ignoring the part of her mind that regretted what she was becoming. Her mind gave one final pleading voice of protest, "No! Don't do it! You don't need to do this! You'll end up even fatter!" but Renee glanced at the plate of food in the microwave and closed her eyes with a dreamy sigh as she reached out towards one of the rich snack cakes in the cupboard. She told herself she would eat only that one, though she knew that was a lie. Once she began, she knew she would continue on until the fattening food was all gone, or she was too full to go on. She had lost the fight before it had even begun. In her mind, she knew she had never intended to be content with the heavy plate of leftovers. No, this was what she desired.
Her hands eagerly tore open the wrapper that surrounded the snack cake, and her mouth salivated in anticipation as she bit into the sweet, fattening food. Her belly made cheerful noises and her lips moistened, her moans of pleasure mixed in with the joyful crunching of her teeth on treat after treat as she enjoyed the food. After a few moments, she peeked at the plate of food that was still steaming in the microwave. It would just be a few more minutes, she thought. A few more minutes of indulgence in the fattening goodies within the blessed snack cupboard before taking the plate and tray of cookies to her room to finish up her feast.
Chips, cookies, cakes, chocolate, and candy. All of them were at her fingertips and she was eager to oblige her gluttonous belly. Time seemed to stop. It was as if there was nothing beyond this kitchen. No worries of getting up for school in the morning, or what his feast would do to her waistline. Everything seemed to fade away as her mind focused on the gluttonous feast before her. Her hands worked quickly, eager to devour as much as she could.
Then the microwave dinged, the sound breaking the spell over her mind and returning her to the present. In her haste to devour as many sweets as she could, she had forgotten the plate of food that was now warm in the microwave. Even though the sudden admonishment from the microwave reminded her, her mind almost wished she would forget again and continue with her lust filled feast.
Renee's eyes darted at the microwave, then back to the snack cupboard as she reached for another cake. Her hand froze mere inches from the snack, and she bit her lip and glanced back at the microwave.
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