Paperback in hand, Allie padded down the carpeted hall in her socks, frowning as she felt her soft, chubby belly shaking with each step. How in the world has it gotten so big? She thought; immediately blushing as if ten other people had heard such a witless inquiry.

For the answer was obvious, of course; Allie had spent most of the past year sitting on her ass, though it clearly hadn't grown much. No, instead various other limbs and...places feebly took on the brunt of the caloric assault and, lacking defenses, quickly spread into doughy, plump versions of their former selves.

Her fleshy upper arms sagged, jiggling (however little) whenever given the chance; her lavishly cushioned belly, spoiled by her own constant doting, tolerated movement even less, and threw similar fits at the slightest activity; and Allie, who'd never been much of a mother (or any kind of authority figure, for that matter), had no idea how to control the two--or all their siblings.

Arriving at the living room, she plopped down on the couch, opened her book, and instinctively grabbed a box of donuts to snack on, though the last of a prodigious lunch had disappeared between her plump lips not half an hour ago. At least I'm not watching TV; I mean, how stereotypical would that be?

*Couldn't think of any comments...so there you go