chapter 7

Emma sat anxiously in the fancy cafe. Floor to ceiling windows flooded the cafe with gentle light, and each round stainless steel table was topped with a green cactus. She called the waitress over and ordered her food while she waited.

All of a sudden five girls walked into the cafe and glided graciously towards her table. They towered above her, tall and lean and magnificently beautiful, while Emma, who'd always been the shortest, curled up in her chair, a small and frumpy ball of dough.
"Well, well. Looks like the agency was right to fire you," laughed Cecile. She was fair-skinned with long, flaming red hair, brilliant green eyes and very delicate features. They were all friends, but, after all, models weren't known for being the nicest people. And these set of girls known to be particularly brutal.
"Uh, yeah. I guess gained a little weight."
"That's not what I would call a little," chuckled Grace, a model who looked shockingly similar to a very thin version of Marilyn Monroe.
"Would you like me to call up InstaSlim? I'm sponsored by them, I can make you skinny again," said Adanna, a gorgeous beauty from South Africa.
"I'll pass."
The girls exchanged glances before sitting around the table and ordering some brunch. They were getting along well, and Emma had almost forgotten their mean comments when the food arrived. All the girls had ordered salads or fruit parfaits, but when the waitress arrived with three plates heaping with bacon, sausages, pancakes, waffles and omelettes, the table grew quiet. Then it burst out laughing.
"Are you planning on feeding all of America?"
"Now I understand why you're so pudgy."
"I didn't know they let pigs into restaurants."
"Does piggy need more food? Waitress, get her another order of chicken and waffles, a big, juicy burger and a large platter of donuts. And don't forget a chocolate shake," snickered Cecile, and the waitress hurried off.

Emma felt like crying. They were being so mean. But, as she stared at the beautiful and thin models mocking her, she realised that she wasn't going to let them have the last laugh. She dug into the waffles, smearing them in a thick layer of butter and drowning them in syrup before inhaling bite after bite of delicious food. She was finished about half of the food of her food when she looked up to breathe. The models were staring at her in awe, gaping at her blatant gluttony. They were watching her in complete silence, besides the slurping and gulping and burping coming from her end.

Emma was starting to feel too full to finish when Cecile broke the silence and started mocking her viciously.
"Woww, look at that fat piggy go. She really can't control herself when she sees her trough. Fattie really needs her daily dose of obesity. Bet she won't stop till she's bigger than New York City."

For some reason, being treated like a fat pig turned Emma on immensely. She began to eat with renewed speed, polishing off all the food on the table and the extra food that Cecile had ordered for her. She finished by chugging the thick chocolate shake before letting out a huge burp and waddled out of the restaurant without bothering to pay the bill. The models still had a job, they could pay for the way they had treated her.

As soon as she got to her car, she burst into tears. But even though her feelings were hurt and her giant, hard belly ached terribly, she had work to do today. She'd never felt as good as she did right now, with her stomach so huge that it pressed against the steering wheel, so full she could barely move. She wasn't going to let this feeling go.