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The Scent of Strawberries
🕑 Added 2022-02-19 02:48:29 +0000 UTCWhat do you get for the girl that has everything?
Why, you get her cake, of course.
The Phi Alpha Tau kitchen was completely silent, save for the gentle hum of the walk-in freezer. Empty countertops, tidy stations, and a triple-code high security electronic lock sealing the pantry. The palm print scanner was a soft red glow in the dark room, with the windows pouring in a bright midnight blue sky.
Then, for only a moment, the windows glowed with a white light before it flicked out, casting the kitchen back into darkness.
Silence returned. But it didn’t last.
Within minutes, the double doors were thwacked open by a back-peddling booty, flabby white cheeks muffining over the top of a pair of black yoga pants. “S-slow down!” the butt seemed to call as it stumbled back, revealing more and more of a buttshelf so full that its surface rivaled some of the countertops.
Hammy thunder thighs quivered into view, as did the bouncing long mane of long black hair, but their darkness was nearly lost as pure white skin jiggled and bounced over the lip of the black waistband, reflecting the light from the windows with a round, fatty glow.
“Gaaah. I didn’t think it’d be so frickin’ heavy!” Nora hissed in a husky whisper, now three steps in but with plenty to go until the rest of her finally entered the kitchen. Her stomach was completely exposed, glowing white skin making her look like a miniature moon.
… If the moon was a pear that was covered with fat.
Dumpling, creampuff, marshmallow fatty, a lot of words came to mind when looking at Nora, but not a single one involved fitness, sports, or the phrase ‘kickboxing champion.’ A few of them did involve the word ‘healthy,’ but they were mostly ironic, because the college gal looked as if she’d buckle beneath her own weight.
“Ungh,” she muttered, the creamy stomach rising and falling with a gasp. “Come on! Just a bit further!”
Another step, then another, then Nora’s hands entered, holding two poles at either end of a platter that was nearly as wide as she was.
To say that the thing on the platter was a ‘cake’ would be like saying Nora was ‘a bit overweight.’ Four different layers of increasing size, pink frosting with white trim and at least two dozen strawberries, the cake weighed nearly fifty pounds all on its own, without the field of candles that also sat on the platter, each as thick as a sausage finger, and the candy inscription reading ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY!’
“Shoulda had… the movers… help… us…” grunted a voice from the other side of the confectionary giant.
Nora strained, lifting her end to rest against her exposed tummy, unsure if she’d be able to make it much further. “Almost there!”
Three steps later, another tummy wobbled in. Caught in the shadow of the beastly dessert, it didn’t glow like her companion’s skin did, but Pandora’s belly warbled loud enough to echo inside the large kitchen.
“Unnngggh, h-hurry up,” Pandora’s bright voice contested with her audacious hunger. “Why’d you have to get strawberries?!”
“She likes strawberries!!”
“I like strawberries!”
Pandora could feel her heart thumping in her chest, the engine of a scooter carrying the weight of a truck. Even at half the size of Nora, the small Chinese girl was still the size of an overweight tank. Another rumble warbled and her heartbeat paced faster, her lungs smothered by the delectable scent of plump strawberries.
She’d been meditating on day two of her fast, trying to regain control of the appetite that sought to make her immobile, when Nora had wobbled into her room and shouted, ‘They’re here!!’ Pandora had barely time to put her hair up in her high-tied twintails and wiggle back into a pair of far-too-small shorts before she was dragged out into the dorm, out to the hall, down the spiral staircase, raced to the main foyer, down the grand steps, and to the front door.
They made it just as the delivery guy was reaching for the doorbell, ignoring the explicit instructions not to ring in, and Pandora was forced to sign for the cake after Nora’s fat gut could barely manage to wheeze a hello.
Pandora wouldn’t have even come if she knew there’d be strawberries! She thought it be chocolate! All these fat girls loved chocolate, who in their right mind actually sought out strawberries?!?
Her belly screamed at her, a deep *Arrroooouuuggghhh* into an uncaring void, and Pandora’s knees nearly buckled as she battled with the urge to throw herself face first into the accursed dessert!
“Careful!” Nora hissed.
Pandora could only manage a small whimper in reply, mentally loathing that she’d allowed herself to be turned into such an overweight bear.
She tried lifting more with her back, puffing her belly out to pull her nose away from the cake, but that only made her more aware of how her gut folded over her groin, and its next vibration quivered her plump, shapely thighs.
“I-I don’t think I can last much longer!!” she complained, feeling as the hunger reached up from her core and made its way to her wrists.
The dessert of the damned weighed far too heavy on her immortal soul.
“You better!” Nora hissed, “Do you have any idea how much this thing cost?!?”
“I… signed for it! They gave you ninety percent off!”
“It was still nearly two-hundred bucks!! Now, turn!”
A growl from her mouth matched the one from her tummy, but Pandora did as she was told, rotating to the left and coming up to the counter. They got the platter up to the edge before Nora counted backwards and, together they lifted, set the thing down, and then each of them collapsed onto the tile.
Black hair spilled out like sheets of darkness beneath either puffy girl, both now fully lit by the bright moonlight. A sheen of exertion had formed around each exposed belly, wet pale slop exposing tiny stretchmarks. Pandora nearly folded as her gut rumbled again, her hands quickly moving to grab at her pressure points to try and lessen the terrorizing hunger.
“See…” Nora panted, “that wasn’t… that bad…”
Pandora stifled the curse in her throat, knowing it’d be more trouble than it was worth and, instead, pulled herself across the tile to Nora’s side and threw herself bodily over the girl’s exposed belly.
“AIE!” Nora belted. “WHY ARE YOU SO COLD?!? Get off, get off!”
Pandora clung to her gut, pressing her face into the sweat-marked boiler that jiggled and wobbled while weak fatty wrists batted into her back. She could feel Nora’s immense energy flow, the girl had been streaming and was packed with snacks and soda, and she snatched onto the warmth like spiritual leech.
After a few moments, even Nora’s weak attack was forced to give out, and she lay wheezing on the floor with Pandora wrapped around her belly, drinking not only her warmth but the very vigor of the fat woman’s digestion.
She just hadto get strawberries. Damn her good tastes!
The warmth was a spiritual boon, the sloshing of soda an apt distraction. Nora was as full as Pandora was empty, but by burying her face and nuzzling into the roly-poly gut, the budding masseuse felt her own burden easing.
Pandora could almost fall asleep, slowly disappearing into the heaven that was a fat girl’s cuddle, until Nora’s piggy hand came down to thunk on the back of her hand with a light little *bop!*
She looked up to see the bottom of Nora’s breasts, lifting and falling beneath her wavy tee. The shirt must have come up during their brief struggle, now lifted to Nora’s blubber-covered ribs.
Damned strawberries. Damned cake! Damned Nora!!
She wanted so badly to just kiss her.
Instead, she nuzzled the taut belly, feeling the reverberation of carbonation jostle and jiggle. Then she lifted herself, spreading her legs wide just to fit over the immense girl’s thighs, and lifted herself up.
Straddling Nora’s hips meant Pandora still could not touch the ground. There was too much sugar and dough and sweet fatty flesh that muffined over her waistband, pushing up into Pandora as the wide woman wheezed.
Their exposed bellied pressing lightly together, Pandora felt her hands working automatically. Chubby digits pressed into the mass of bloat, feeling the gurgling and the points of lovely pressure that she’d spent month after month working over and over. The first time she’d touched Nora’s middle, she’d still had abs. Now, the girl was as cuddly and as soft as a fluffy white cow, cooing and muttering when Pandora’s touch hit those favorite places.
Muscles were there, somewhere deep down beneath, but they were small and neglected and struggled just to carry all of the big girl’s weight. Her bright eyes rolled back as another wheeze brightened into an amorous “Nnnnggaaah… P-Pandora, it’s… we’re on the floor…”
“I’m aware.”
If she could, she’d grab the fatass and bring her up to her bed. Take off this too-tiny top, wiggle her out of her obscenely fat pants. She’d rub at her shoulders, her waist, her hips and her thighs, massaging the fatty in only the way that she could. Knowing what she’d been, feeling what she’d become, Pandora wanted more.
She could practically see as the burble of soda shivered up from her gut, lifting up her center. Her eyes lost focus, hands falling to cover Pandora’s and push into her middle, before with pleasure-crossed eyes Nora let out a bubbly belch.
“Ohhh…” she sagged back, allowing Pandora to continue rubbing. “That feels so good… Mhmmm~”
Her fingers flexed again, moving inward towards Nora’s deep belly button. She could feel the energy swirling around her, a cyclone of life that gurgled and jiggled and burbled and popped. It was infectious, enunciated by the fruity scent in the air.
Pandora felt herself moving, squeezing her knees into juicy hips, tightening around Nora and pushing their bellies together until she nearly fell over.
Her hands circled with the energy, imagining it almost like the flow of strawberry juice. It was filling her up, filling her out, pasty white skin becoming pink with the pressure. She could hear her gurgling, feeling her swelling, moaning and gasping through her fat Panda’s touch.
The flow tightened, moving out on her waist, down towards her groin, before cutting up towards her sternum and out near her breasts. It was driving her wild, wanting to lift and to fall and to push into the delicious strawberry, wanting to bite and to scratch and to kiss and to-
Nora’s hands had lifted over her head, her breathing so powerful that Pandora felt the grip in her legs tremble. “Ohhh… Ooggghhh…” she sighed. “G-gosh… I didn’t think I’d… done so much…”
“It’s getting late,” Pandora whispered. “You must be tired.”
“Y-yeah…” her eyes were adrift in a sea of color, sparkles and hearts dotting her vision as the massage reached towards a perfect climax. “J-just… Think I… Ouuughhh.”
“Shhhhhh…”
Pandora let herself lean forward. She had to widen her grip, working on the spot near her ribs where the love handles formed, pushing through the layers of fat to reach hidden spaces. She was… quite a bit shorter than Nora, and the girl’s body was a series of overweight hills, so when she lowered herself forward, her face almost lay perfect between her plump breasts.
The fat double chin, the way her face had turned to a bright, flustered pink, how her legs kicked and her belly trembled. Pandora could feel as the circuit completed and Nora’s hips lifted, pressing her gut right between the masseuse’s soft thighs.
It turned her to jelly. Her fingers twitched and gave out, her legs and her arms completely collapsing. Jing almost blacked out, almost forgot her own name, when she bopped down with her face landing between the girl’s breasts. All she could focus on was the feelings of warmth and of softness and scent that was her own dribble of sweat.
“Ohh… Ohhh… Hoooggghhh…” she felt Nora breathe, unaware that she was holding own breath. The energy she had, the digestion and movement and the breathy sighs, she felt to Jing like a most enchanting cloud, topped off with a spark of true fatty love.
They lay like that for a while. Breathing, feeling the other girl rising and falling. Nora’s hand eventually came down on Jing’s head, brushing through the high-tied twintails and rubbing her scalp, holding her tight.
“Gosh…” she repeated. “I didn’t… must have been too heavy, or something. Think I ate too much today.”
Pandora wanted to feed her until she could no longer move. She didn’t say that though. She kept her mouth shut, afraid to spoil the moment she shared with the girl whose voice was the only thing that could lull her to sleep.
She could have knocked out right then and there, feeling her belly and fingers and listening to her breath.
“You okay?”
No. She wasn’t. And she never might be. She was a fatass Chinese girl who’d fallen in love with a much fatter white girl. Her mother would kill her, her father would disown her, and Nora…
Nora had pictures of a shirtless Cloud Strife on her bedroom wall. Pictures she’d decorated with several red and blue hearts.
From somewhere far away, she could still smell the scent of those damned strawberries...
She didn’t answer the question. Instead she huffed a puff so fluffy she felt the vibration in her tiny hair ties before lifting herself back up onto her legs, averting her gaze from the big girl’s warm grin.
“Did they have to come at midnight?” she asked, pouting.
“Awe, come on. You know they did!” Nora answered. “If they’d have come earlier, everyonewould have been all over this thing! Bridget’s been asking me for a weekwhen it’d be coming in!”
That gave Pandora some pause. She thought of Bridget, a tubby blonde gal who looked more like a cow than a wannabe-soldier. For a girl who planned to join the air force as a pilot, Bridget’s time at Fulsome seemed like it might better prepare the cheerful gal for a desk job.
A big desk. With a bottle of whiskey on top, and a really, really big chair…
Pandora felt her brow furrowing, looking around for a phone that she didn’t have on her. It was late, but late was sort of when Bridget was most active. That she hadn’t heard hide nor hair of the girl was… worrying…
“What’s up?” Nora asked.
The masseuse hummed, looking around. “Just… thinking. If she was up, she’d probably seen the car lights, don’t you think?”
Nora snickered in her husky chuckle, her belly tickling as it bounced against the spot between Pandora’s thighs. “I wouldn’t worry about that! I told her yesterday that Lav had it, and that she’d be bringing it over later today!”
“Oh…”
A brief but chubby silence descended before Nora asked, “What?”
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Across campus, at the Alpha Sigma Sigma sorority house, Lavender was sleeping peacefully in her singles bedroom when she was awoken by the noise of her window opening.
The chubby redhead had half a second to see a pair of green eyes and a chubby face covered with camouflage that had partially been ruined by drool before the flashbang grenade was tossed into the center of the room.
“NOT AGAIN!” Lavender screamed, lifting her blanket to cover her face. “BRIDGET YOU BIT-”
The flashbang exploded.
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“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Pandora replied, lightly squishing the thighs between her legs before rolling to the side and working to stand up. She looked to the cake, again feeling the pull of her hunger, but it seemed lesser now.
She was just too turned on.
“She’s gonna lose it, you know,” Pandora chuckled, shaking her head ignoring the ache from her fingers want for more fat girl belly.
“I know,” Nora grinned. She still lay on the tiles, looking at the cake and grinning to herself like a pleasantly pleased porker.
The young masseuse sighed, chuckled, and grinned as she pictured the birthday girl’s reaction.
Beatrix Newcomb was a girl unlike any other that Pandora had ever met. She had the personality of an Angel, the innocence of a child, and an appetite that was beyond devilish and nearly as deep as her old-money pockets. She was the reason that the Phi Alpha Tau had to install the palm-locked pantry, and had already been big when Nora and Pandora were still only pledging. Now…
Fulsome Academy for Girls was the University. Girls of all shapes, all sizes, all walks of life ended up at this school, but once they met Bea, that walk usually turned into a wobble, then a waddle, then the slow-moving plod of a fat girl’s gait. She had Core 2 with Bea, and it was the first time Lavender had ever had a class pause because a student suggested they take a lunch break. Then, in Psychology, the teacher had moved their entire class over to Titan’s Tundra because Newcomb had suggested they break for ice cream, once.
The Freshman fifty had taken Pandora, but Bea’s ways had slammed into Nora like a fatty steam train. They got along like a perfect pair of peas, one girl constantly building up the other, while Pandora and Lav ended up with residual waves helping them outgrow their fat pants. And it had all started with, ‘You kickboxed?! I was in cheerleading! That’s so cool!!’
‘Let’s make gingerbread houses!’ ‘Today’s baking day, and we’re making cookies!’ ‘Ooo, you should get a soda dispenser put in your room!’ ‘I got us a couple cans of whipped cream! First one to finish- HEY! I DIDN’T SAY GO YET!!!’
It should be infuriating. Pandora had enough trouble getting people to remember her actual name, and the more that she resembled a Panda, the more the Sigma’s shitty nickname stuck. She was panda-shaped now, and would all-too-likely soon be fat-panda-shaped, but she just didn’t have the right energy to be mad.
There was too much happy energy getting in the damn way.
When Jing Min had accepted the scholarship to Fulsome, all she had wanted was the degree. That little piece of paper with the school’s name upon it which could open doors like a skeleton key. She didn’t realize how much she might learn, nor ever expect what she might grow to need.
“Here,” Nora grunted, struggling to lift herself even onto her elbows. “Help me up.”
“No way,” Pandora dismissed with a wave. “I already nearly threw out my back. Had enough heavy lifting for one night.”
“Don’t be a jerk!” Nora pouted before releasing a pitiful, “Heeeennnngh!” She tried sitting up, but between her thighs and her belly there just was not enough space. Even with her love handles folding into an immense roll of blubber, she was forced to collapse backwards with a sad fatty plop.
“Ugh…” Pandora rolled her eyes and then moved over Nora. She felt like a teeny fairy compared to a puffy fat nymph, spreading her legs wider than her shoulders just to make enough room. She then took Nora by her chubby wrists and then stepped back.
If not for her own considerable heft, she might not have managed as well as she did. She managed to get Nora up on her seat, but anything further was beyond the 4’10 girl’s limited capacity.
Still, Nora chuffed with content, beginning the arduous journey of rolling over onto her knees and standing up on her own, and providing the perfect frame for Pandora to wonder how the hell she could be even remotely attracted to such a fatass.
What was it about her that did it? Was it the way that her gut jiggled and jiggled no matter how little show moved? How her hips did the light little bobble, quivering like a plate full of obese jelly? Or was it that she’d met Nora back when she was thin? Her poofy black hair tied in her low ponytail, wearing a two-piece outfit that showed a strong stomach.
This black tank top showed her middle as well, but it was far less flattering… which made it so much better.
It was a Sugar Rush top, Nora’s brand from her popular twitch stream, featuring a version of Princess Zelda surrounded by the text ‘This Princess Has Curves.’
Pandora had disliked the tank top until Nora outgrew it. Now? The chubby Princess decal had been stretched wider and fatter, looking a few dozen pounds past ‘morbidly obese,’ and Pandora couldn’t help but, begrudgingly, approve.
She then realized that they were both wearing the alternate versions of the Phi Alpha Tau pajama bottoms, with Nora wearing the sweatpants and Pandora wearing the shorts. FAT was written along each of Nora’s pillowy thighs, while Pandora blushed and wondered if the script on her bottom looked just as… ‘shapely.’
“Y-you know…” Nora let out a small “*Hoof*” as she finished lifting herself up to her feet. “I’m actually… kinda shocked…”
“What, that your clothes still fit?” Pandora grumbled, trying not to enjoy the muffintop blubber as much as she was.
“Eh? What was that?”
The Asian girl frowned, realizing that between the strawberries and the sights she was growing more and more frustrated with overweight impotence. “Sorry. What are you shocked about?”
Nora’s poofy expression of confusion was too adorable but she shook her head and turned back to the cake. “I’m just kind surprised she’s not down here already.”
Pandora lifted an eyebrow and then turned to the immense dessert. Triple stacked, cheerful pink frosting and tons of candied decorations, with a lovely white frame. “How do you mean?”
“Can’t you smell it?” Nora asked.
Pandora tried to keep herself from shuddering. “N-not really,” she lied.
Both girls looked down as her treacherous tummy released the snarl of a starving panther.
“Y-you don’t think she’d be able to smell it from all the way down here though, do you?” she asked. “I mean, we’re so far from the dorms that-”
The double doors to the kitchen slammed open.
Both girls hopped, enough weight smacking down to send the stacked cake tops wobbling dangerously as the floor boomed beneath them. They snapped towards the front door, Pandora almost afraid of what she expected, but was relieved and then confused to find something she didn’t.
It wasn’t Beatrix. The girl that wobbled in was far, far, far too small for that… though, if Pandora’s worldview hadn’t become so inflated, she’d still have thought of the girl as oppressively fat.
Kylie Albrecht was a Freshman at Fulsome, a new pledge to the Phi Alpha Tau, and… she was sleepwalking. She wore a punk hairstyle, dark hair offset with a dyed stripe like Nora’s, but with her eyes wide shut and her tummy lightly hopping inside of a pajama shirt that read ‘Cupcake Champion,’ her normally sharp-edged aesthetic was softening almost as much as her figure.
Chubby girls suffered an entirely different fate at Fulsome, and Kylie had been the better part of 200lbs when she’d suffered through pledge week. Now, none of her plus-sized clothing was plus-sized enough, and the quick replacements hardly fit with the girl’s gruff aesthetic.
It was hard to find a skull tee that came in XXL… Not to mention underwear, which was the only thing covering the girl’s chubby bottom.
Nora and Pandora shared a look and a snicker as Kylie stumbled forward on porky feet. She wasn’t the first, nor would she be the last, who found themselves in the kitchen searching for a midnight snack. Fulsome gave each girl the world at the tip of her fingers, and was more than happy to indulge and indulge.
Pandora nearly spoke up, called out ‘HEY, FRESHIE!’ but Nora’s hand came over her middle. She followed her guidance, slowly moving to place themselves between the cake and the sleepwalker.
The champion kickboxer had a gleam in her eye. The same one as when she challenged the pledges to outdrink her after they’d just failed to outeat Bea, who hadn’t even realized that she’d been at the center of the foodie competition. Five of six girls in Pandora’s massage chairs, tummies stretched to their fullest in a fat angry pink.
It made Pandora excited. A spark of danger, almost assuredly the same expression she’d have worn in the ring, further enhanced by her round cheeks and fat chin.
Kylie wobbled past without even a pause or a sniff at the freshest dessert. Her body was being guided only by memory and gluttony, bringing her towards the securely locked pantry.
“What are we doing?” Pandora whispered.
The other girl didn’t reply. She moved forward, as silent as a quarter-ton gal could, catching Pandora’s eye before lifting her shirt and playing with her own gut with a devious wink.
It was an old play. One their seniors had done onto them, and their seniors had done to them too.
Catch a snack thief in the act, then tease her about what a glutton she was. It used to be that they’d just trap her, bind her, lock her down and bring her to ‘court,’ where all the sisters would then vote ‘innocent or fatty.’ Sleepeating had to be a punishable offense, else they’d never make it to tomorrow’s breakfast.
In recent years, a new practice had been introduced for the calorie criminal…
The freshman fifties who got themselves caught in the act would be sentenced to eat everything they’d been trying to steal. With her hands bound behind her back. Girls had been ordered to pay recompense by eating their feast while only using her mouth. Or she could ask her sisters if they could give her some help~
Sleepwalking? That was fine. Too much soda or chips or pork rinds before bed, girls had been known to waddle the halls. Usually, they ended up in the basement, as if guided by a pleading spirit to utilize the much-neglected gym. But when they ended up in the kitchen…
Kylie made a small noise. A grunt or a grimace followed by a long sniff. The two girls froze in their steps behind her, but continued forwards as she neared the pantry.
The palm print scanner gave a pink glow to her light skin as she neared it, making the wobble in her fleshy hips look much more pronounced. Tiny stretchmarks could be seen on her thighs, and Pandora made a note to give her some moisturizer tips after they packed her into a cream-filled butterball.
But then something odd happened. Though they couldn’t see the palm scanner around her generous figure, they could hear the *Ba-ba!* as it failed to register. Another *Ba-ba!*and then another still before Pandora came close enough to see.
She was using the wrong hand. The scanner was set for everyone’s right, but then she remembered that Kylie was left-handed.
“Oh, for the love of…” she whispered, rolling her eyes as Kylie tried it once more.
A low purr rumbled out of the chubby sleepwalker and they heard a sad groan that came from her mouth. The palm print rejected her again before she whispered “Choc-ey cup… cake…” in a voice that was besieged by immense heartbreak, her head lightly tapping against the closed pantry door.
It was weird to hear anything out of Kylie that wasn’t accompanied by a gruff grunt and a swear. Pandora nearly tried reaching around her to open the pantry herself, but Kylie suddenly stood up a little straighter.
Then she turned around.
Nora and Pandora slapped into one another belly first before making bright noises and taking three steps apart. There wasn’t much space left, but Kylie barely managed to squeeze through them, wobbling back down the lane of the kitchen.
“She’s going for the cake!” Nora whispered.
Pandora winced, her own stomach once more reminded of the strawberries, her hunger becoming more and more pained, but even with her belly whining she managed to scurry several sideways steps to keep pace with Kylie and placed herself between her and the fruity-scented treasure.
Then she kept going, and Pandora’s arms fell to her side with a slow, “Huh?”
Kylie plodded forwards several more paces before reaching a destination that would be her demise. The walk-in freezer.
Pandora’s mind flashed. How much was in there? How many sweets? Nora had been caught in their once, and had been forced to eat nearly her own weight in ice cream. There was Mochi, there was cheesecake, there were pies.
Tiramisu, Supreme Banana Split, the pecan baklavas, the pumpkin charlotte! Catching a newbie raiding the pantry was one thing, anybody can eat an entire box of Oreos, but the freezer was almost like convincing them to Death by Chocolate!
As big as she was, Kylie looked very small when she opened the freezer.
She looked even smaller when a can of whipped cream came rolling out.
A hollow *ka-kunk!* came from the empty canister, and Pandora felt the breath catch in her throat. Kylie’s eyes blinked, tired bags a shadow before suddenly opening in shock, looking from the freezer to her hand, and then back into the icebox.
From somewhere inside they heard Bea ask, “Ooo… What smells like strawberries?”
