Chapter 3

Once at school she handed in her project and agreed what the weekends plans were to be with her friends. Every so often she thought about what that women had said. What did it mean? Was she going to get fat? Surely not. That’s impossible. Anyway, if she wanted any more proof nothing had happened. Not yet anyway. Maybe it was a metaphorical way of putting something. But that was ridiculous. She must have just been a crazy woman, chatting a load of rubbish. Still, she looked out hopefully for the woman on the way home, but to no avail did she see her.

She had dinner when she got in, nothing more than a light salad. She spent the evening talked to her mates on the phone about the latest gossip at school, who was going out with who now and stuff like that, but as the time neared 10.00 she felt really sleepy and decided to call it an early night.

It was still dark, she rolled over to look at her alarm clock, it said 3.00. She sniffed the air. Wow, it smelt wonderful, so amazing, she had to find where it was coming from. Pulling off the sheets she made her way downstairs. It was almost as if she were being dragged towards it. Moving her body through the silent night she realized the smell was coming from outside, in the garden. As she opened the back door the smell suddenly intensified.

Despite it being early morning it was still amazingly warm out. She only had pyjamas on; a t-shirt and shorts. She put on her sandals and walked across the decking and onto the lawn. In front of her stood a marquee. The heavenly smell was coming from inside this mystery tent. There was a light on inside and although Kelly was scared, she had to find what was the source of this fantastic scent.

Opening the curtain like door, a table was revealed upon which was plate after plate of delicious delectable food, ready to be eaten. In front of the table was a chair, which Kelly sat in before realising in the corner was the women from the day before. She just stood there motionless before revealing that evil smile once again, and in a somewhat seductive voice said simply, “enjoy.”

With that Kelly’s stomach let out a huge rumble. The hungry pain that struck her was amazingly intense. She bent over and felt her stomach, trying to subdue the pain. But it was no use. Then she looked up at the mountain of food. At first she just sat there, almost as if she were in a trace. She just looked at the food, mouth open, in amazement. Finally she picked up a plate of pasta, placing it in front of her before she started to gorge on it. The pleasure was obvious on her face.

“Now remember,” said the women, “enjoy, but don’t get fat. Because being fat is bad remember,” she said very sarcastically, almost laughed afterwards. But it didn’t matter what she said, Kelly wasn’t listening. She was concentrating on the spaghetti that was passing her lips and entering her body. There was no knife or fork at the table, but that didn’t stop her. She was shoving the food in with her hands. It ended up all over her face, hands and a large amount down her previously perfectly white pyjamas. She moaned and groaned as she ate, the noises she made were almost sexual, she was enjoying it that much.

When she finished the pasta she sat there for a second licking her fingers. But her stomach let out another intense rumble, the pain almost as bad as it was before. The plate she had just finished off should have been more than enough to satisfy her needs; but here she was, her appetite unsuppressed, just as hungry as when she had started it. It was as if she were under a spell. She had to eat more, and she obeyed. Next were fries dowsed in tomato ketchup. And she kept going after that. It seemed as if her appetite had no end, her hunger pains had not subsided at all.

As she worked through plate after plate of food the women restocked the table with more and more exquisite food. And Kelly continued to eat it. Spaghetti bolognaise, chocolate cake, iced buns, chocolate éclairs, hot dogs, bacon sandwiches and a whole roast chicken. Her stomach was starting to show the effects of having so much food inside it. It pressed out against her pyjamas, which were starting to become too small for her. It gave her the appearance of looking pregnant.

She started to feel somewhat full, but at the same time she was still starving inside. But she couldn’t stop. She continued to chow down; more and more fattening delights entering her mouth. The eating seemed to go on for hours, and she began to look more and more like a pregnant mother, her belly button sticking out further and further, her skin becoming more and more taught, her stomach extending more and more in front of her.

Suddenly, she got out of the chair and climbed, with some difficulty, onto the table where on her hands and knees she continued to eat. Her belly hung low, brushing the table. She really did look 9 months pregnant. Her belly button had gone from an inny to an outy and the skin was so taught from the enormous amount of food that was inside her. How could she eat this much? How could anyone eat this much? She had to be under some magical spell.

She had food all over her. All over her face, in her hair, all over her hands and up her arms. Her clothing was now just a miss match of stained on food. She stopped for a second before letting out an enormous burp. This quiet, polite girl had changed, in the space of a couple of hours, into a gluttonous slob. She was for all intense and purposes an utter pig.

Still she kept eating. She worked her way through apple pies, 3 huge pizzas, many burgers, ice cream sundaes and much more. And to wash it all down she accomplished in drinking what was the equivalent of a couple of gallons on milk. She put her head back and chugged it all down. As she completed the last doughnut she fell asleep. Face up on the table, her belly rising high into the air. In the space of a couple of hours Kelly had eaten an astonishing amount of food adding up what must have been 1000’s of calories.