Chapter 3

I got smart, I stopped heating up foods, taking anything that didn't need preperation, dumping it on the bed, and taking another soda bottle with me, putting it on the nightstand. I dumped my horde of food on the bed, sitting on top, spreading my legs and gathering it all in front of me: A bag of oreos, a package of those white frosted donuts, crackers, a loaf of bread and some peanut butter, several bags of chips, croissants, a plastic cup-thing full of barbeque peanuts, a bag of Hershey's Kisses, and more.

I didn't wait, pulling open one of the bags of chips, a fistful going into my mouth as my other hand figeted, clawing at the Kisses, tearing a whole in the plastic, unwrapping them in one hand as I continued eating the chips, making sure I had something at hand to eat. Next came the peanuts, they barbeque taste was very strong, so I opted for the bread next, gulping down some more soda, opening the peanut butter. I had no utensil, so I just dipped slice after slice into the peanut butter before eating them.

Once the bread was done, as I was scooping up the remaining peanut butter, licking it off my fingers, I could feel it was working: The pain was much lessened, almost gone! By the time I had polished it all off, there were empty bags, wrappers, plastic containers all over the top of the bed, but I wasn't hungry anymore.

I felt uncomfertable, to say the least, as I got up to clean myself up, washing my hands in the bathroom, I cought my reflection, my face was a bit messy, and my eyes and cheeks were red, but it was my stomach... I swear, I looked pregnant, at least five months in. I finished washing up, pulling my blouse firmly down over my bulging tummy, feeling how full it felt. I was scared out of my mind, and made my way to the bed, lying down, curled up as I pulled a blanket on; and rolled onto my side, ignoring the crinkling noise of the remainders of my lunch left on the bed. It wasn't long before I was asleep.

I woke up slowly the next morning. Well, I guess it was morning, the lights were on, but I couldn't see outside. I rolled out of bed, blinking. Something felt wrong... I wasn't hungry, thank god. I had fallen asleep in my clothes, and they felt too tight. I reached up, cupping my boobs, they felt more soft, bigger. My hands shot to my stomach, feeling alarmingly empty, and soft, pudgy.

I made my way to the bathroom in a heart beat, looking into a full body mirror. I looked into it, puzzled. My clothes were all stretched, tighter everywhere, I had rounded out. I must've gained at least thirty pounds, if not more. I felt my face, softer, just a bit rounder. This could not be happening. You can't gain that much weight in a day.