She tiptoed into the kitchen and saw that her mother had left a note indicating there were leftovers in the fridge should she want them, and even though Barbara had eaten at the office, she pulled the plastic container out of the fridge and grabbed a fork from a drawer before taking the food into her room. Stabbing a forkful of cold pasta, Barbara let out a long exhalation and sank down onto her bed. Her room was small and cramped, with clothes strewn everywhere. As she chewed her food, she looked at her favorite pair of jeans, now far too tight in the waist to fit her. She missed how her ass looked in those jeans, and even more than that, she missed having time to care about how her ass even looked. Several bites later, the plastic container was empty, and Barbara felt the familiar bloating of having eaten too much so late at night. Her stomach was already swollen and large from the little girl growing inside of her, and although she always felt hungry, it was as if her belly didn’t have room for the baby and the stomach she’d just shoveled all that pasta into.
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