"Jessie. Jessie, wake up." The voice echoed through her sleeping mind, and reluctantly she opened her eyes. Her mom was standing over her, hands on hips. "Jessie, did you eat all the M&M's?" she asked.
"Uh, it was only half full." She lied.
Her mom glanced sceptically at her swollen belly.
"Well, if you say so. I only hope you can eat your dinner after all that chocolate though; I made burgers."
Suddenly reenergised, she rolled out of bed and onto her feet, leading the way downstairs in a hurry. In the kitchen, her dad and brothers were sitting patiently at the table, and as soon as Jessie sat down they were all served.
Jessie tucked into her burger with gusto, taking large bites at an impressive rate for a six year old, quickly finishing her first burger. She sat back in her chair, pleasantly full, but before she knew it Linda has scooped another burger onto her plate.
"I'm full up." She objected, but her mom shook her head.
"Oh. I thought that you said that you'd eat your whole dinner if I let you have a snack. I suppose I'll just have to make you wait for dinner next time..."
"Um, I've changed my mind, I am still hungry actually." The young girl said, taking an exaggerated bite from her new burger.
"Oh good." Said her mom. "I don't want anything lying around that could distract me from my diet." Her meal was just a salad.
Under Linda's watchful eye, Jessie choked down the second burger. Her stomach, filled to bursting with chips, candy and burger, was aching every time she moved, but she had to finish or she's never get snacks again! Finally, she gulped down the final fragment of meat and pushed the plate away, groaning. She rubbed her aching belly, now regretting the M&Ms.
"Dessert!" Linda announced, carrying through a huge bowl of caramel ice cream. "Who wants some?"
Had it been anything else, Jessie would have said no. However, caramel ice cream was her favourite food in the world, and saying no to it was practically blasphemy.
"I'll have a bit." Said Jessie, then gasped as a huge scoop was dumped into her bowl. Still, she pulled out her spoon and dug in, simultaneously wincing in pain and smiling in pleasure as every mouthful slid smoothly down into her stretching stomach. Even with her pants still unbuttoned, they were still tight around her distended belly, the stitching groaning as it was put through ordeals it was never meant to suffer.
Finally, the last scoop-full slid away, and dropped her spoon feeling slightly sick. Making her excuses, she stumbled out of the room, collapsing onto the sofa in the living room with a gasp and a moan. She really shouldn't eat so much... But she couldn't resist...
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