Becca had three triplets in kindergarten: Amy, Marnie and Sally. Beautiful little girls with blue eyes, all three were somewhat chubby thanks to their mother's baking. She was rather fond of her own fat and her daughters all had big appetites, so she decided to spread her fatness to her little girls. As Becca's daughters ate up the cookies she baked for them, their mother took notice of their bodies. She saw their tummies had begun creeping out from under their school shirts, but this wasn't quite enough for Becca. She'd been feeding them sweets every day, but they were still too small. They should be big enough to start waddling everywhere they went.
"Everything okay, Mommy?" Amy asked Becca. She was the youngest and the most curious of the girls. She was also the only blonde in the family, with hair styled into little buns.
"Yes, everything's fine, Amy. Eat your cookie, now." Amy did as she was told, licking her fingers clean of chocolate when she finished. Middle triplet Marnie walked over next, fixing her red ponytail. Becca could see her shirt ride up and see her belly was hanging ever so slightly over her skirt.
"What's for dinner?" Marnie was always straightforward and blunt with her statements.
"I need to talk to your father first, dear." Sally, the oldest, then bounced over. She usually had the most energy and her red pigtails would always fly behind her as she ran.
"Okay, but don't take too long, 'cause we're huuuuungry!" Sally emphasized this by patting her belly multiple times, her sisters flowing suit. Becca gave a short laugh.
"Don't worry, I think your father has something planned already. In the meantime, have another cookie. It'll keep your tummies happy." The girls complied and ran up to their room. Other mothers would be worried this would spoil their kids' appetites. Becca was worried it wouldn't be enough to hold them until dinner, with which her husband Anthony would hopefully help her. Until then, it was Becca's turn to indulge in one of her own cookies.
After Anthony returned home, he saw his daughters waiting for him at the front door, tackling him in a hug. He was aware that the girls were getting heavier under his wife's care, but his only concern was that they'd knock him down too hard one day. He kissed them each on the head and then his wife on the lips.
What did the family decide on for dinner?
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