I gave Kristina’s body a subtle glance as she stretched out on the sofa. She was wearing a tiny grey tank top and spandex shorts that clung to her lean body. Her frame was rail thin, almost boyish in its dearth of curves. Her raven hair was in a tight ponytail.
When the donut touched her lips, there was a distinctive, soft crunching sound as the icing gave way to her small bite.
“Wow,†she announced, her mouth partially full. “This is fantastic!â€
“Glad you like it,†I said.
“I really like it,†she emphasized, then made a noise that sounded like she was stuffing the entire thing into her maw at once. I cast another glance her way, enjoying the sight of her cheeks full with food. “I wonder if they others are that good as well,†she added, once she had finished swallowing.
I turned back towards her and was about to offer an answer when I noticed something odd. Her cheeks were still puffy, even though her mouth was no longer full of donut. Katrina had always had an angular, diamond shaped face. Even when she smiled, her cheekbones always looked flat, never round and puffy like they were now. Now that I was really looking, I could almost swear her chin looked a little rounder as well, with just the slightest hint of doubling.