Sara looked like a balloon, but she still had some room left. The little girl could have ate more yet, but she thought she had to stop or she was going to stretch her stomach so much that there would be no going back and she would just keep eating and eating until she was frighteningly obese! The image scared her!
"Mom, I don't think I should eat anymore!", she said, frowning.
Her mother stopped what she was doing and came to her daughter.
"What is the matter, Loveie? -do you feel sick?", the woman asked her plump, beautiful kid.
"I feel fine, Mama, I just don't think I need to eat this much.", explained the girl.
"But, Honey, I thought Mexican was you favorite?", her mother cooed sadly.
"I mexican't eat this much every day! Haha!", her bloated little daughter joked.
"You silly kid!" -said Mama. -"hey, I tell you what, if don't what anymore this morning then you and finnish eating later today, that ok, sweetheart?", the woman posed to the girl.
"Ok Mama! . . . Can I go and play now?"
"You sure can, kiddo!", her Mama cheered.
And with that, she kissed her little daughter's mouth and took her messy plates away.
Sara giggled and wiped her lips, then when to stand up.
Her belly was tight and so heavy now! -for a moment she got very scared. -what was wrong with her?!
"I just ate a lot, that is all.", she thought silently, calming herself back down and blinking back a couple tears.
She heaved herself off of her seat and went outside to kick her old soccer ball.
Out side she played and as she did she started to notice more and more how heavy her stomach and indeed her whole body felt. It was getting hard for her to keep it up, she she just sat down on the grass for a short while, panting like a overweight puppy and blinked her stinging eyes that were getting hit by her sweat.
Her tight belly rose and fell as she sipped each short, hot, labored breath in rapid succession a bit like she was a hot, little steam engine chugging away, bit she was sitting still.
She was so heavy and slow, her stomach was to heaviest part of her and it ached not, but she did not understand why.
The girl had exerted herself just a little too much on a full stomach. She did not know what she had done; she did not know she was even full. In fact she was still hungry.
It had only been half a minute when she came back inside and . . .
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