"Hey Pitstain." Parker belched again, this time more quietly and directly aimed at Piper's face, "Gimme another Coke."
And that was the moment that Piper's sisterly duty ended, and a sudden apathy overtook her as to whether or not Parker became the size of a house. Who cared what Parker did to herself, right? It wasn't like she was much help around the house. Or fun to talk to. Or particularly nice or redeeming in anyway... hence the burp in the face. Why should Piper put in the effort of being a good sister when Parker had done everything but?
"Ugh, get it yourself." Piper curled her nostril and kicked her sister in the thicker thigh, "Friggin' gross Parker."
"Fine." the older Black sister rolled her eyes as she poured herself onto the cheap hardwood floor, "You're such a baby."
And there too, Piper noticed it. Whatever weight Parker had put on, it had settled nicely in the seat of her pants. Whereas the Black women tended to be busty by nature, Parker's posterior seemed a bit more plush than Piper cared to recall. It wasn't just the softness of her stomach; Parker had packed away an awful lot more junk in her trunk since Piper cared to look. Had she always had that thing? That bubble butt jutting out behind her? No, couldn't be. Otherwise it wouldn't be that big of a deal now... right?
Piper let the Steve Wilkos show play in the background—she wasn't really into daytime talk shows anyway—as she waited for Parker to return from the kitchen. Sure enough, there was that little pot-belly she'd sprouted miraculously without her knowledge, just sort've hanging out there. It was this little round pooch, no folds or rolls, and two little dollops of olive-colored chub that made up her lovehandles. Her boobs were bigger, that much Piper could tell. Her shirt was riding up ever so slightly thanks to those meaty mams, leaving just a little sliver of Parker pudge out in the open...
Parker plopped down next to her sister on the couch, cracked open her cola, and took a big fizzy gulp.
"Ahh." she sounded content with herself before— "URRRAAAP!! That's the stuff..."—she burped triumphantly again, "You want one, twerp?"
"Yeah, sure." Piper said with a furrowed black brow, her concern unnoticed by her softer sister
"Cool, grab me another one when you do?" Parker kicked her legs up on the ottoman, "Save me a trip."
Jesus Tapdancing Christ, what had gotten into her? Parker was lazy, but she was...
Okay, Parker was always this exact amount of lazy. Literally all the time. She was the only twenty-something year old without a job within a three block radius. Piper wished she could have been surprised, but no. Parker had always been useless and lazy. And honestly, Piper was less shocked that her sister was getting fat, and more shocked that it hadn't started happening sooner.
Even still, she was getting awfully chunky...
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