Amy was Sarah's sister. She was 16, so about 3 years younger than Sarah. Like a younger Sarah, she was constantly worried about her weight. Amy was kind of isolated from the outside. She sat in her room for long periods of time, talking on her iPhone and iPad. She was the antisocial sister in the household.
But one day, that all changed. It all started with a knock on the door...
Knock, knock.
Sarah walked to the front of her apartment and looked through the hole in the door. The hole was fogged up from the condensation the constant changes in weather brought. Again, there was a knock on the door.
Knock, knock.
Sarah plainly sighed. "Who is it?" she yelled through the door.
"It's Amy."
"Amy?!" Sarah quietly whispered.
"What?"
"Nothing..."
She opened the door and in walked her skinny sister. The pulled off her Dugg boots that were covered in the white snow. Sarah sweetly smiled at her.
"Dang," Amy put her hands on Sarah's pot belly, "are you pregnant?!"
Sarah put her hands over Amy's hands.
"Yes... With a food baby." Amy slid her hands out off her stomach, but Sarah kept on rubbing it. Rubbing her belly through her tight shirt.
"Sarah, there's something I need to talk to you about..." Amy calmly said.
"What?"
"I kind of need a place to stay."
"What happened?"
Amy kind of hesitated.
"... I'm pregnant."
Sarah jumped up.
"What?!"
"I know, mom and dad are angry at me. Is there anyway I can stay here?"
Sarah was about to reject until she thought about one thing: the cravings. Pregnant women had cravings all day. Pickles with ice cream! Peanut butter and noodles! All of that. Sarah wanted to have a stuffing buddy to fatten up along with her. She could imagine it: Sarah's Fat Camp.
Without hesitating, she gave Amy the answer.
"Yes."
Amy jumped up and hugged Sarah.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Sarah hugged her back.
"Amy, are you hungry? Thirsty?"
Amy stood back.
"I am a bit hungry, honestly. Do you have any Nutella and bread?"
Of course she had Nutella.
"Yes I do. I'll be back in a second."
She walked into the kitchen and opened up the cupboards. She pulled out the brand new thing of Nutella and her white bread. She opened up the can of creamy Nutella. Suddenly, she got an idea. A devious, fattening idea: Mixing up chocolate protein powder into the Nutella. The protein powder was fattening and made for going to the gym. The more fat you had, the more energy you had. The only thing was Amy and Sarah didn't exercise. So, it would just fatten them up.
Sarah opened up the pack of protein powder and sneaked it in the Nutella. Spoonful by spoonful, she poured it into there. She quickly sneaked the powder back into her medicine cabinet. She spread the drugged Nutella onto the bread.
She handed the bread to Amy. Amy popped it into her mouth and her eyes lit up.
"I was so hungry. You know, pregnancy cravings."
Sarah watched her sister eat the bread, bite by bite. It was a quite satisfactory feeling fattening up her sibling.
The next day, Sarah woke up and thought about having some of the delicious Nutella. She quietly tip-toed down the stairs and went into the kitchen, with her eye on the prize. Amy walked in with the an empty Nutella can in her hand.
"I'm sorry. I had a craving for Nutella, plain."
She dumped the empty can in the garbage. Sarah watched with her eyes open. She just secretly fed her sister half a gallon of protein powder. Whatever the impact, she was excited to see it.
Sarah heard grunting coming from Amy's bedroom. She slithered over to her door and peaked in. Amy could not button her pants. She tugged and pulled, but they would not fit on her. Sarah knocked on the door to check on Amy. Quickly, Amy sucked in and buttoned them.
"Come in." She shouted.
Sarah walked in and saw her shorts cutting into her waist.
"Are you okay, Amy?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?--"
Suddenly, her shorts gave up.
Pop!
The button popped off and rolled across the floor. Amy sighed and sat down on her bed and relaxed. Sarah sat down with Amy. They hugged each other.
"If it makes you feel better, I popped so many pairs of pants and I'm not even pregnant."
Amy put her hand on Sarah's belly.
"Yes you are. You're having a food baby."
Sarah put her hand on Amy's belly.
"And you are having a baby."
They hugged each other and their bellies collided. Two bellies, soon to expand.
