Heron Lake Plateau It's the springtime of my life

For the first time in her life, Camilla was looking svelt and burdened with an abundance of weight; her sharp angles had softened, and her belly had been getting a little bit more plump as the weeks passed. At this point one could call her "fat" and it would be an accurate description. The woman hadn't stopped with her desire to please her husband either - if anything, the growth of her energy stores had resulted in an uptick in her energy level. It wasn't the safest practice to keep trying to fill the oven when there were already buns cooking inside, but that didn't mean she wasn't always trying to get Phox in the mood - only to become distracted by a food-based craving or the need to cool off, each contending for top spot in her list of daily-dos.

Today, she just couldn't get comfortable no matter how hard she tried. Tossing and turning all night, cuddling up to Phox, shoving him away whether he was snoring or not. Finally, Camilla hoisted her chubby self to her feet and began to wander, looking for a place to do her business until she got side-tracked by an unholy thirst that redirected her attention to the lake. As soon as she lapped up a few mouthfuls of the crisp water Camilla felt her belly flip-flop and turn sour. There was just no pleasing her today.