Chapter 3

By the time Brigit reached her car she was out of breath. "I had no idea that weighing this much would be so exhaustive work" she thought. "I guess it makes sense, I just didn't --" her thoughts trailed off. She was standing in the middle of the car park, her plump hands inside her small handbag which was perched on her newly developed belly apron, fumbling for her keys when she realised her car was no longer there.

Instead of her red Prius, a pink mini cooper was parked in her space. "And so it should. I didn't work my big behind off not to treat myself to a car in my favourite colour -- hey! Since when was pink my favourite colour?" Brigit felt slightly faint. Then the knowledge seemed to pour into her memories. "Candy floss! It reminds me of candy floss!" her tummy rumbled. She looked down at the enormous red dress that fought to contain her now gigantic body. "Seems you've brought a few other little changes with you too." She considered this for a moment before coming to a decision. "Just go with it, Brigit. Let's see how far the rabbit hole goes."

She began to rummage for her keys again and noticed her handbag appeared much bigger than before. It had to; "how else am I gonna carry around all my little treats -- woah! Where did that thought come from!" Brigit pushed aside all the candy, chocolate and crisp bags that littered her bag to fond the keys at the bottom.

They fitted the lock perfectly and as she squeezed herself into the driver's seat, she wondered why on earth she would get a car that would be so small for her? Her big belly rubbed against the steering wheel and she giggled. "God, I love squeezing myself into small spaces, it makes me feel soooo big -- I do?" she moved around a little more, the sides of her body brushing the door and the gear stick. She even felt herself get a little wet. "I guess I do!" she smiled, wickedly.

By the time she reached her apartment, her handbag of snacks was quite diminished. She had never been the kind of girl to snack in her car before, but upon noticing several sweet and crisp wrappers already parked on the passenger's seat floor, she felt the sweet taste of a snickers bar already between her teeth. She fought back the urge to stop herself for a second, slightly bemused that her brain and her body had placed the chocolate bar there without her even realising it. She would have liked to ponder this thought some more but her hesitant nature was overtaken by the sweet taste on her lips. She succumbed to it's texture and pushed the bar between her sunken lips in two mouthfuls.

The concrete steps up to her second floor apartment were a killer. She had to stop twice to catch her breath. "Maybe I need to lose a bit of weight." She stopped. "Or just take this dress off!" she chuckled to herself and felt her whole body jiggle. Her boobs shuddered and shook. She gasped in excitement. Brigit shuffled into her apartment, sweating with perspiration. She picked up a cloth from her stove and dabbed herself down. There was just so much flesh to dry.

She sat down and lifted a spoonful of ice-cream to her mouth. It tasted so good. She looked back at the freezer door which was still open. "When did I get the ice-cream out?" she asked herself. The chair groaned under her weight as she fidgeted to get comfortable, her new gut squishing against the table and pulling the vinyl orange and white flowery patterned table cloth towards her lap. "I don't remember buying this table cloth?" thought Brigit. She stared a little longer. "Or this table!" Brigit began to look around the messy apartment; pizza boxes, microwave dinner packages and Pringles tubes littering the small, pokey room. "I don't live here!" She finally realised. Something in Brigit's brain was telling her otherwise. She had rented the flat. She'd been renting it for three years. "No, wait!" she was so hot, and her belly was rumbling. She craved food, her hunger was insatiable.

She heard a knock at the door. She struggled to pull herself up. "Who... who is it?"

"Brigit? It's Romona."

Brigit's heart fell through her rumbling belly. She grabbed her paunch, nervously and rubbed it.

"Romona? What are you doing here?"

"I thought we were going out for early drinks? You ok?" came Romona's voice from the other side of the door.

Brigit began to panic, she fumbled with the straps of the dress. "what am I doing? Romona knows I'm a big girl." She shook her head vigorously. "No she doesn't and I'm NOT a big girl. She struggled getting the dress over her enormous belly, having to tug on it hard. It finally fell away to her chubby ankles. She bent over, her large gut getting in her way. She stepped out of the dress and looked down at herself. She was still well over 300lbs. "Why am I still so large?" A voice inside her head spoke back to her. "Because you've always been a large girl."

She pulled a towel around her that was draped over her couch and reached for the door.

Which Brigit was she? She couldn't quite figure it out. It was like two histories were fighting for space in her head. Romona would know. She closed her eyes and opened the door.