Annoymous Avatar WG Story 2

PART 2

Katara woke up late in the morning, which was unusual for her, since she usually got up early to practice her waterbending. She glanced out the window; the sun was high in the sky, suggesting it was almost noon. I can’t get lazy even though its vacation, she told herself. She was about to get up and waterbend for an hour before lunch when she was hit by a delicious smell wafting through the door. Her stomach growled loudly and she blushed.

Aang popped his head in through the door, his young face radiantly happy as he looked at her.

“I thought I’d cook a special breakfast,” he said.

“What’s the occasion?” asked Katara, feeling uneasy about missing her waterbending but somehow unable to resist Aang and his food.

“Just because,” he said, vanishing down the hall with a whoosh.

Planning to catch up on her lost time, Katara padded down the hall, still in her under wrappings. Her mouth fell open as she beheld the spread before her: dozens of kinds of fruits, piled high on plates; steaming pastries and breads, giving off a deliciously sweet aroma; countless more sweets, goodies, and tempting foods.

“I always did like cooking with Gyatso,” said Aang sheepishly, his face and apron spattered with batter and jam.

“I can see that,” gasped Katara, again assaulted by the delicious smell of the food.

“Help yourself, and we can freeze what’s left over” Aang said, sitting down and nibbling on a tart. Katara wanted to try one of everything, but she controlled herself and put a modest proportion on her plate.

“Aw, don’t you want more than that?” asked Aang, looking dejected. Katara looked up, horrified, and quickly reassured him.

“I’m just going to take my time,” she said. “I’ll try the other stuff after.” Aang brightened, and renewed nibbling on his single tart. Katara tried the first thing on her dish, a small pie, and she closed her eyes as the flavours filled her mouth. She bit into it again, this time a much bigger bite, and was again consumed by it. Katara quickly finished off her plate, and filled another. After finishing this one she was starting to feel quite full, but when she looked up Aang was again looking at her empty plate, so she sighed and filled another.

Many refills later, she pushed her plate away and burped slightly, covering her mouth with her hand embarrassedly. Aang looked happy, but her stomach was hurting from the amount of food she had eaten. Her under wrappings were uncomfortably tight around her middle, and she looked down. Her belly was poking out a little bit in the gap between her top and bottom wrappings. Again, Katara was embarrassed, and she resolved, no matter how full she was, to go and waterbend for as long as it took for her to stop feeling so bloated. She had never been concerned about her weight before, but they were always travelling, either running from Zuko or battling Azula, and she had always managed to stay fit. She didn’t want to lose that after a few weeks on vacation.

“Aang, I’m going to go waterbend,” she said, staggering up from the table. Aang’s gaze flicked to her rounded stomach.

“No way Katara! Not right after a big meal!” Aang walked over and gently pushed Katara into her seat. “You’ll get a cramp for sure!”

“But Aang,” protested Katara, “I feel so bloated”. Aang looked down again as she clutched her stomach.

“I can fix that,” he said, rubbing her belly gently. He used a little gentle waterbending on her stomach, reducing its size slightly. Katara sighed in relief.

“Thanks Aang,” she said, smiling.

“No worries,” he smiled back. “Now how about we go and relax in the sun?” Katara was torn; half of her wanted to go and waterbend, but the other half (the more stubborn half) wanted to forget it and spend time with Aang.

“Okay, Aang,” she agreed, and they went and sat in the sun. Katara fell asleep in Aang’s arms.

Toph gasped as she entered the room. For one, she immediately smelled several delicious scents that sent her mouth watering; for another, she could feel with her earthbending an enormous table laden with food.

“Mom, Dad, how many people did you invite?”

“It’s just us,” said her father. “We wanted to spend more quality time with our daughter.”

“Really?” said Toph dubiously. “Then what’s all the food for?”

“You, of course,” said her mother. “It’s our gratitude for what you’ve done for us and for our country!”

“Well, I always loved good food,” quipped Toph, and she quickly took a place at the table. Her father motioned one of the servants.

“She to it that her every need is taken care of,” he whispered, aware of his daughter’s sensitive hearing. “Her plate must never be empty, nor must her glass.”

The servant nodded.

Several hours later…

Toph belched loudly, despite both her parents being in the room. They seemed not to mind, however, and started clearing away the plates. Man, thought Toph, I’ve never eaten that much before. She placed her hands on her stomach, which bulged outward so that it was squeezed under the table. Toph pushed back her chair, and removed her belt, which was cutting into her middle. Her belly surged forward, pressing against the green fabric of her clothes.

Toph burped again, and rubbed her stomach. Staggering slightly, she stood up, took one step, and gasped in surprise. Her earthbending vision was incredible! Whereas before she caught glimpses of objects as they flashed through the darkness, now the flashes stayed longer, illuminating thousands of new details she had never noticed before. It wasn’t like a blind person actually seeing for the fist time, but it was close. Adrenaline surged through her body as an extreme happiness exploded within her. This felt good!

But, why did this happen? Toph took another experimental step forward, and again she was overwhelmed with the visions that filled her mind. Her stomach rumbled loudly, digesting the contents of her meal. Her stomach! The added weight from her enormous meal must have increased the vibrations she sent forth with her earthbending! Toph was giddy for a moment until she realized that eventually this amazing feeling would go away. Unless she kept her stomach full all the time…

“Come on Sokka, you can do better than that!” teased Suki as she danced away from Sokka’s blade again.

“This was a bad idea, Suki,” said Sokka warningly. “This may not be my space sword, but it’s still sharp enough to cut you to ribbons!”

“If you could catch me,” said Suki, waving her fans tauntingly. Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, Sokka pounced forward, and drove his blade into the miniscule gap between the flaps of Suki’s fan. Suki pulled as hard as she could, but she was stuck, and she knew it. Sokka grinned. In her final act of desperation, Suki threw her weight backward, and the blade cut clean through the fan, sending her tumbling backward. She slipped and fell, twisting her ankle, and pain shot up her leg.

“Suki!” shouted Sokka, dropping his sword and rushing over to her, where she was whimpering and clutching her ankle.

Some time later…

Suki lay in bed, dozing. The herbs the elder had given her had been strong enough to make her woozy for most of the day, but at least the pain was gone. She was warned not to do anything strenuous for at least a month. She woke up as Sokka entered the room, carrying a full lunch tray.

“You’ve got to keep your strength up,” he advised. Suki nodded, and began to eat.