Weight Watchers: Pampered with Time by undertaker33, literature
Literature
Weight Watchers: Pampered with Time
“Awe! You poor thing! You’ve hardly touched your pizza!”
A hand came over her shoulder, tugging the plateful of thick pepperoni slices closer to Kronii and her exposed belly. She tried to respond, to wave off her Auntie’s hand and tell her she’d already had enough.
She couldn’t.
She couldn’t move, couldn’t talk. If she could, she might have run for the door. But even as that thought smacked her mind, it dissipated, smothered by the intensity of feeling with which her body screamed.
Her thighs, her back, her neck, her poor, fat, full, pinkly stretched stomach. Her sweater
