As before, Madison was fed by her older sister Wendy. The older girl enjoyed spoiling her little sis almost as much as Hal did, and so Maddi sat happily in Wendy's lap at the dinner table, being fed two forkfuls of lasagne for every one that Wendy ate herself. Despite being only eight years old, Madison was already thoroughly used to habitual overeating; with a father and a sister who both enjoyed treating the young girl like a pampered princess, she typically wound up quite stuffed by the end of every meal – and with Hal’s disinterest in healthy eating, those meals were typically heavy, fatty dishes that were as bad for the waistline as they tasted good.
And this meal was no exception. Though she felt much better now than she had before her bath, Madison’s stomach was really still quite full from her overindulgence earlier in the day, and Wendy was feeding her much more quickly than she would have been eating herself. The lasagne tasted so good though that she didn’t even think of protesting, even as her stomach swelled fuller and rounder beneath her oversized top with every mouthful she swallowed of the rich pasta.
“You’re such a little piggy, Maddi,” Wendy giggled, prodding another heaping forkful of lasagne between her little sister’s waiting lips, “I’m surprised you haven’t grown a little pig tail by now.”
The teasing was good-natured. Madison enjoyed being doted upon; she was perfectly happy with her sister calling her a piggy if it meant she got to keep being so thoroughly pampered. Swallowing her mouthful, she wriggled her plump backside against her sister’s lap.
“No tail, see!” she giggled loudly, and Hal and Wendy both laughed.
“No tail, but it looks like the little piggy’s got some sauce on its snout,” Hal smiled, leaning across the table to wipe a little smudge of red from his little princess’s nose, “How’s the lasagne?”
“Great!” Madison replied, “You’re the best cook in the world.” She let Wendy feed her another mouthful as though to prove her point, though beneath her baggy top her belly was beginning to reach its limits once again, bulging roundly with the sheer volume of food stored within.
“Yeah, it really is good, Dad,” Wendy agreed, actually eating a mouthful herself for once. Her habit of feeding Madison before eating herself was likely the only thing that was keeping Wendy from growing as plump as her little sister, as she had quite an appetite herself when she actually got around to indulging.
“I’m glad to hear it,” he smiled, proud of both his cooking and his delightful little girls. To him, they were flawless; the extra weight his youngest was carrying, as well as the bad habits the whole family shared, were both completely invisible to him. The fact that his eight year old and twelve year old had just polished off enough food to feed two grown adults seemed, to him, perfectly acceptable; after all, he was just making sure his babies were properly fed. And on the note of ‘properly fed’… “So, who’s for dessert? I bought ice cream!”
Madison hesitated. She was already stuffed, already close to her limit – but before she could say anything Wendy was already nodding yes, and at the sight of the ice cream itself her doubts melted away despite themselves. She had a sweet tooth a mile wide, and so despite her stomach grumbling and groaning beneath her top, she let Wendy take a big spoonful of ice cream straight out of the tub and push it straight into her mouth.
Immediately her fullness was forgotten as the sugary treat passed her lips, and she swallowed eagerly.
“More please!” she pleaded, opening her mouth once again to be fed like a hungry baby bird, and Wendy promptly obliged. Delicious!
By the time the meal was over, much of the tub of ice cream was inside Maddi’s little belly, churning away noisily along with a huge portion of lasagne and the food from earlier in the day. The amount she’d managed to eat was legitimately astonishing, but neither Hal nor Wendy saw it as anything but a bit of cute indulgence, natural for a healthy young girl like Madison. As Hal carried Maddi up to her room to sleep off this huge meal, his muscles strained under the burden of his youngest’s plump body.
“You really are growing into a big girl,” he grinned happily, stroking her hair away from her face as he laid her down on her bed. Her belly bulged up before her, the American flag design stretched across her swollen stomach, and Hal patted it gently, “I’m glad you inherited my appetite instead of your mother’s! She was always an unhealthily light eater.”
Madison smiled herself as he tucked her in, delighted enough to be spoiled that she could ignore the way her overstuffed belly twinged as he patted it. He gave her one last kiss on the forehead, then left her room, turning out the light on another overindulgent day in a life that lately seemed to consist of little else.
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