Late at night, drowsy and full of food, Lance waddled over to the scale in his mom's room only in his underwear. It was one of the few instances in which he even had to move. With homeschooling that Mrs. Cabral kept "forgetting" to start for Lance and her constant pampering of his son -doing everything for him except physically putting the food in his mouth- had caused Lance to become very lazy... as well as kind of a brat. He stepped on the scale, but couldn't see over his belly. He hollered, "Mom! Get over here, I can't read the scale." Lance's mom came from the other room to read the scale. "124lbs" she lied.
The scale actually read 246lbs.
Lance then belched, and said "My tummy doesn't feel very good..." another burp ensued.
"You've been standing too long, dear." said Mrs. Cabral, "you need to go lay down. Rubbing your belly usually helps." Lance was glad to be able to sit down; flopping on his bed which creaked in reply. Lance's stomach then rumbled audibly. to which he demanded. "Mom, I need more food." Mrs. Cabral proceeded to follow her son's orders.
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