This choice: Lizzy starts to stuff herself, gaining a lot, and Clara...likes it? • Go Back...Chapter #4Lizzy starts to stuff herself, gaining a lot, a... by: DrywallDryad   "-- very true," Lizzy nodded. "Mom can't even stick to her OWN diets! Where does she get off telling me I need to lose weight? From now on, Lizzy Coyle eats whatever Lizzy Coyle wants!" She punctuated the remark by tapping an especially stale French fry on the table as though she were pronouncing judgement, then popped it into her mouth defiantly. And that was the last time for quite a while she brought up the subject of diets.
Clara didn't even think about it until several weeks later, when their special last-Friday-of-the-month bad horror movie classics marathon came around again. She showed up at Lizzy's house at the usual time, toting a bag full of chips, soda, sweets, and assorted junk food in one hand and a DVD of "The Tingler" in the other. Lizzy met her at the door. She'd already changed into her PJs -- faded blue drawstring bottoms and a rather ratty T-shirt with the last few cracked plastic flecks of what had once been an image of Tom Baker. Or possibly Tom Servo; there wasn't enough of it left to tell.
"Oh, Clara, you brought snacks?" Lizzy asked, glancing at the bag. "I thought it was my turn this week."
"I -- I thought it was mine," Clara said, embarrassed. "I got mixed up, I guess. We can save them."
"Not on your life, McComber," Lizzy grinned. "You bought 'em, it's up to us to give them a good home." She slapped her belly for emphasis.
"Can we even eat that much?"
"Pfft, go ahead and chicken out if you want. I'll pick up the slack. Remember, Lizzy Coyle eats--"
"--what Lizzy Coyle wants," Clara finished. She couldn't help but think privately, though she knew it wasn't very nice, that it looked like Lizzy Coyle had wanted an awful lot lately. The girl was showing definite signs of muffin toppage in those pajama pants, and that old shirt fit her like a sausage casing. Okay, so it was a couple of years old, but Clara was sure it hadn't hugged her that tightly even just a month ago.
Lizzy's mom had a point, Clara realized. She WAS getting chunky... at least a little bit.
But it was too late to say anything about it NOW. Not after she'd reassured her in the cafeteria. Not after she'd told her to go ahead and eat whatever she wanted. To turn around and say, "hey, never mind, guess you're a total tub after all"? It would be a betrayal!
Besides, Lizzy was kind of ... cute this way. She wasn't even fat yet. She was just kind of soft and bouncy.
Oblivious to her friend's dilemma, Lizzy pulled her through the door and grabbed her in a bear hug. This was nothing new. She'd always been a friendly, hands-on kind of girl. But that bouncy softness -- suddenly Clara felt it squished against her. It felt soft, and warm, and wonderful -- and Clara had no idea what to do or where to put her hands. What was wrong with her? Friendly hugs weren't supposed to make you feel this way. You weren't suppose to think about the gentle give of the flesh under your fingers or the way the taut fabric stretched over smooth skin, or the way her little pooch of a belly felt pressed against yours---
"Are you okay?" Lizzy asked.
"Fine!" Clara squeaked. "Wh-why do you ask?"
"You feel so tense." Lizzy gave Clara's hand one last squeeze and released her from the hug. "You know what you need? Classic horror and junk food, and plenty of both. Come on, I see a box of Pocky in that bag with our name on it."
Hmm, Clara thought. She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have that little layer of pudge. Would it make her as cute and appealing as it made Lizzy? On the other hand ... she was strangely curious about what Lizzy would look like with a little more weight too.
There were definitely enough calories to have an effect on SOMEone. All she had to decide was whether she should...
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