Boy trouble

"Non of that!" Karen's mother snatched the stone from her hand. "Now I you two are unhappy able not going to the Prom, but really fighting over a stupid rock. Yes you're fat! Well I've tried to help, but you two are constantly snacking. I just wish, that if you can't help stuffing your faces, with all that rich, greasy food, that you two girls had boyfriends that loved to watch fat girls eat and row into the super sized women you're destined to become. The doorbell rang, and Karen's mother glanced away as the latest changes occurred. Both Karen and Joan;s tummies grumbled as a wave of hunger past over them.