Jessica has to eat

Jessica had ****. Her mother had all the power. To disobey meant greater punishment. She promised herself she'd burn all this off, and get fit for next training season.

Reluctantly, Jessica picked up the fork. She ate a small bite. Her mother smirked, then went back to flirting with the officer. The two were involved with each other as Jessica **** bite after bite of heavy, rich food down. Ugh, she never ate like this! The turkey legs were the worst part. They were huge, and she found the only way to eat them was to grab them with her hand and hold it while eating off the bone. This caused grease and gravy to run down her face. Of course she hadn't been given a napkin. She had to wipe the grease off with her arm like some cave woman and keep eating.

Jessica made it about half way through her plate of food before she had to stop. It was simply too much, her small stomach couldn't handle it. She already felt like she was going to burst.

"Come now Jessica." Veronica scolded. "We're not leaving until you clean your plate.

Jessica sighed. She picked up her fork, and started eating again. She tried not to count the calories, tried not to be disgusted by the butter and grease. She let loose an unladylike burp, unable to contain it, and not really caring to.

"Jessica!" Her mother exclaimed. "How unladylike! Apologize at once!"

"Sorry..." Jessica felt her greasy cheeks blush. She hung her head and went back to eating.

Finally, after more then an hour she'd done it. She leaned back, feeling disgusting and fool

"Finally!" Her mother said, moving away from the officer. She grasped a towel and licked it, standing over Jessica. "You're such a slob! Let me clean you up!

With that she started roughly wiping off Jessica's face. Jessica was too full and tired to resist, she just moaned at her mother's rough dabbing of her face.

"Oh my!" Her mother said, looking down. "Look at your belly!"

Jessica looked at herself. Her eyes went wide with shock. Her normally flat, muscular stomach was stretched to the limit. She had a swollen, slightly sticking out belly. It even pushed out under her school girl blouse.

"You're such a chubster!" Her mother laughed. She made Jessica stand, presenting her to the officer Peterson. "Look at her gut! Can you believes she imagines going to the Olympics? The glutton Olympics maybe!"

Jessica knew her mother was just trying to **** her. The problem was, it was working. One of the difficulties of being an athlete was carefully monitoring her weight. Seeing her stomach like this was a nightmare come true! It stuck off her muscular frame, the only bit of fat on her. True, she would still qualify as fit to most people. But, for how long? She told herself she'd work it off, but when would she be able to? If Veronica was really planing to make her get out of shape there was almost nothing she could do!