For Wendy, the weekend came and went in a blur of eating and sleeping. Each time she awoke from a nap, her mother would see to it that she had as much food as she could possibly eat. Then Wendy would struggle to stand up, walk to the couch, and lie down, falling into a food coma. Then, she'd wake up and do it all again, each time expecting to wake up and find it was all a dream. Except it wasn't a dream. She'd found herself in a fantastic new reality and she was going to enjoy it to its fullest.
Monday came, and Wendy awoke at the usual time out of habit. Time for school, she thought with a sigh. I guess stuffing myself will have to wait until I get home again. She struggled to squeeze into her school uniform, and after quite a bit of struggling and panting, she managed to cover everything that needed to be covered. She couldn't get her blazer to close around her belly, and her pants were so tight that she had to undo the top button.
Making her way downstairs, part of her wondered if things would be back to normal. Would her parents be back to lecturing her about the importance of watching what she ate? However, her doubts were quickly pushed aside as she was greeted by the aroma of sizzling grease and melting chocolate. Her mother must have gotten up early to cook a breakfast feast for her, as the table was covered with bacon, sausage, and chocolate chip pancakes slathered in butter. "Hi honey! I made your favorites - go ahead and dig in! The bus will be here soon and I don't want you to get hungry during the day."
Wendy didn't need to be told twice. She was already headed for the table before the words were even out of her mother's mouth. She quickly piled her plate full of food and sat down with a loud thump. Any worries about the state of her uniform were quickly forgotten as she zeroed in on one thing and one thing only: eating. Her first plate was gone in almost no time, and she filled it back up and continued eating. Her dad was across the table from her reading a newspaper and munching on a donut, and her mother soon joined them and filled up her own plate as well, although she wasn't eating nearly as much as Wendy.
The second plate came and went, and then the third. By this point, Wendy's stomach was satisfied, but she wanted to push herself as far as she could go, both because of how delicious the food was and to see if her mother or father would stop her. Weren't they worried about how much she was eating? But no matter how much food she ate, neither of them gave even the slightest sign of disapproval.
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