There was something that just wasn't right going here. Though it wasn't absolutely panic, 6 pounds in a matter of a few hours would've made any person anxious, let alone a 15 year old girl.
Stepping off the scale, she decided to inspect the mirror for any more signs of the extra poundage that seemed to be eluding her. She again touched a finger to her cheek noting how soft the tissue felt. Did it feel any softer than the day before?
She took a step back to see if her face had been affected at all. She tried to note any differences in her jawline.Did her face look any fuller? Was there a layer of pudge along her jawline? Was that a double chin or was that just a shadow? Jesus Christ, this was freaking her out. She just needed to step away.
Trying to make her way out of the bathroom she was unable to resist the urge to inspect herself in front of her mother's full-body mirror. Was the belly she spied yesterday any bigger today? She poked her finger into the soft, thin layer of adipose to see just how far it went. Grabbing it, she tried to see just how much she could a paw on. This was getting way too freaky. She had to get out of this funhouse mirror and yet she kept spying something that she seemed like it was out of the ordinary. Were those love handles? Did she have love handles before? Was her ass any bigger? It was all driving her insane. Nothing could break this concentration, this fascination until...
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