Umbra opened the fridge and scowled at the sight of missing food. You didn’t go grocery shopping like you were supposed to. She grabbed the half-empty milk carton and started to drink what was left of its insides, waddling over to your room as her hips and thighs swayed left and right while her belly bounced with each step. Once she reached your room with a few pants, she cleared her throat and simply leaning on the doorframe before speaking.

"You forgot to go grocery shopping this week.”

She spoke between sips, each chug going down to her already plump stomach.