Photo Credit to MistWilm, who can be found on TwitterOne week until Miss Studebaker Returns goe

Photo Credit to MistWilm, who can be found on TwitterOne week until Miss Studebaker Returns goes live! Lock in your preorders now on Amazon, iBooks, Barnes and Noble, and Kobo today, and read on for another excerpt…“What can I get for you?” A grainy teenaged voice crackled through the drive-thru intercom. Polly could barely catch her breath, her mom’s gut-wrenching reaction still playing through her head. She was clenching the steering wheel with both hands, furious and eager for revenge. So her mom hated her fat, huh? Well, she’d just show her how fat she could be.“Yeah, I’d like 50 chicken nuggets with honey mustard and ranch, two large chocolate shakes, literally just a full bag of french fries, however many will fit in a bag, and oh, a double quarter pounder– no, make that two.”“F-fifty nuggets, six large fries, two double quarter pounders, and two large shakes?” the teen stammered back at her.Polly grinned down at her fat gut. “And can you add on an apple handpie, please?”“One or two?”“Just one.”“Got it.” The cashier gave her her total and had her pull around the next window. Polly paid, then parked in the first spot so they could make everything fresh for her. Her stomach was growling by the time a second teen knocked on the window and slid all the bags of food in.“Thank you,” she chirped, impervious to the way the employee looked at her like she’d lost her damn mind. Polly didn’t have eyes for anything but the fast food. She took a big drink of milkshake, then started stuffing her face full of greasy chicken nuggets until the edge was taken off of her ravenous hunger. Then she pulled out of the parking spot and started driving around town aimlessly, all the while stuffing her face.Her stomach wasn’t telling her she was full, and so she kept eating. She could feel her gut bloating up like she was doing an exercise for Miss Studebaker, but she had to admit it felt good even without being magically prompted. And so what if she got fat? Or, fatter, since she was already definitely pushing into obesity ranges?She let out a big burp as she finished the first milkshake, then stuffed her grease-covered hand into the french fry bag and crammed an entire handful of the salty fried potatoes into her mouth.“I could eat these all day,” she sighed as she reached for another handful. “No, I ought to eat these all day. Show my mom what fat really freaking means…”And so she continued gorging. The burgers disappeared, the nuggets, the fries, and the final half-melted shake. Her stomach was a massive orb of churning calories getting processed into pure fat for her lardy frame. She could barely catch her breath. She realized with a start that her fat gut was nearly touching the steering wheel.“Oh, fuck, I overdid it,” she groaned, slapping her gut. “Better find a place to park and digest… but where?” She slowed the car, peering through the headlights at the nearest street sign. She realized she was only a few blocks over from Miss Studebaker’s, and decided that was a safe enough place. Using her free hand to rub her swollen belly - god, she really had eaten a lot, hadn’t she? - she steered the car the last few turns and lurched into park on the witch’s driveway, letting out a big burp as she did. -- source link
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