Noon. After having lunch, Stan was on the couch watching TV. His favorite show, the Canadian reality show, had been on for about half an hour. He was pretty much distracted, therefore he almost didn't notice his sister Shelly coming out of the kitchen with a bowl full of chips in hands. She was about to reach the remote on the couch, but Stan pulled it away in time.

"No way! I'm watching!" He called out.

"There's this actor who'll be making an interview, I've been waiting for it since last week, and I'm gonna watch it. Now hand it over!" She tried to snatch the remote from Stan's hand, who desperately pushed her away.

"Ugh! It was cancelled!"

Shelly ceased her struggle. "What?!"

"It was on the news a while ago. The guy had an accident. He's in the hospital now."

Disbelieving, Shelly pulled her phone from her pocket and checked the internet for confirmation. Her expression of dismay seemed to corroborate Stan's report.

"Aw goddammit!" She shouted.

Once again, the universe seemed to conspire against her. Stan caught up with her discontentment and actually felt sorry for her.

"Well… since your show is a no go, why don't you watch this with me? There might be something you like later."

Shelly took a look at the TV and the show it was airing. She didn't like the show, as she didn't like anything from Canada. But ultimately, it was better than nothing.

"Fine. Whatever."

She sat beside her brother, accepting his offer. She started taking handfuls of chips from the bowl she was holding and putting them in her mouth. Stan tried to take some for himself too, but she moved the bowl away from his hand.

"Hey, go get your own." She instructed.

"Come on, there's enough for two!" He protested.

"I don't care. These are mine."

She ate a few more to make her point. Stan gave up and resumed watching. Right then, Sharon emerged from upstairs, ready to go to work. She noticed her two children in the living room, especially Shelly and her bowl of chips.

"Eating again, Shelly? You just had lunch!" She exclaimed.

"I wasn't full, Mom." Shelly countered. "Don't worry, this is just a little snack."

"You'll gain weight like this."

"No…! I won't."

Stan snarkily decided to join in. "Yeah, Mom, that's why Shelly's so hot. All of the fat from the food she eats goes to her boobs and ass."

"Stanley!" Sharon reprimanded. Shelly glared at Stan as well.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Her breasts and butt."

Irritated by Stan's audacity, Shelly backhanded the side of his head. He groaned in pain.

"Shelly!" Sharon reprimanded again.

"Hey, you heard what he said, didn't you?" Shelly defended herself.

"That's no excuse! Jesus, grow up, for Christ's sake!"

Ashamed, Shelly begrudgingly stood down. Sharon then calmed down and started to take her leave.

"I'm going now. You two, behave yourselves."

And she was gone. Stan and Shelly were again alone in the living room. They chose not to say anything more and went back to watching TV. Shelly then continued eating her chips and finished them all by herself. She had considered giving some to Stan, but decided that he didn't deserve any, due to his previous rudeness.

Later, Shelly was in her room, trying to put on some pants that she picked from the laundry. She planned to go out with her friends in that evening, and wanted to sport something better-looking than her everyday outfit.

However, she was having some trouble. The pants wouldn't reach her waist, no matter how hard she pulled them up. She couldn't understand what was the problem, since she used these in her date with her boyfriend. Maybe they shrank after being washed.

But then, she looked at the pants that she dropped at her feet, and then at her own rear. She wondered if her mother was right and she was indeed gaining weight. Now Stan had a point for admonishing her gluttony back then.

"'All of the fat goes to my ass.' Fuck you, Stan." She muttered.

Speaking of the devil, Stan was there, at the door that Shelly again left open, watching the whole action. Shelly noticed him and didn't react. She didn't even mind that she was only with her panties below her waist. That kind of thing didn't surprise either of them anymore.

"Go ahead, laugh!" She yelled. "I'm fucking fat!"

"No, it's not that…" He answered. "It's… those are my pants."

Startled, Shelly looked down at the pants, then back at Stan. "No, they're not."

"Yes, they are. They're the ones Mom bought for me last month."

He then showed another pair of pants that he was holding, which looked similar to the ones Shelly was trying to wear.

"These are your pants. You must have taken mine from the laundry by mistake."

"…Oh."

Embarrassed, Shelly picked up Stan's pants from the floor and handed them to him. She took her own pants from him and tried to put them on. They went up without difficulty. Shelly looked at her reflection in the mirror and checked her hips, delighted with herself.

"Good. That means I'm not fat." She declared.

"No, you just have a huge ass anyway." Stan cut in.

"Shut up!"

Already experienced with this sort of encounter, Stan decided to leave Shelly be and walked off. He examined his pants and the state they were after she repeatedly tried to put them on.

"Damn, I guess Mom will have to wash these again."