Chapter 5

"You think I'm too chubby too huh?" asked Brigit, annoyed.

The man laughed, "Are you serious? There is nothing I'd like to do more than to buy you a steak dinner." Her stomach rumbled loudly. She turned to get a better look at him. He was around the same age as her, with dark blue eyes. He had a kind face, she thought.

"Yeah, we'll, I wouldn't use the 'S' word around here if I were you. Eating seems something of a crime in this place."

"Kind of reminds me of a going to the insect house at the zoo and seeing the stick insects."

Brigit chuckled. "If that's your opinion, you might be the only guy here with it."

He smiled again, "My name is Shaun."

"Brigit, but seriously, what kind of guy goes to a fashion magazine launch party only to tempt the ladies into steak dinners?" Another rumble from her stomach - the feeling was starting to overpower her.

"I'm a guest of the publishing house. They're my boss too."

"Are you an editor?" asked Brigit.

Shaun nodded. "It's a very small, very niche publication. In fact I think my invite was sent as something of a joke."

"Why's that?" asked Brigit. "Are you in charge of Food Monthly?"

"No," replied Shaun. "It's a BBW magazine for Fat Admirers."

Brigit's jaw dropped. "A what? for what?"

Shaun smiled. "It's a fashion magazine for large women and the men who admire them."

Brigit was stunned. She had no idea such a magazine existed. "What's it called?"

"Fun Size."

Her stomach gurgled again and she grabbed it tight. Shaun watched what she was doing. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, it's just that... Does your magazine own a clothing store?"

Shaun shook his head. "No. Why?"

"My mistake." She smiled and her stomach rumbled again. She couldn't control it. She had to find some food.

"Excuse me," she said, and before Shaun had a chance to speak again, Brigit was heading for the exit. She didn't feel well at all. Her stomach felt like a great empty void. "What's happening to me?" she asked herself.

That's when she saw them. She halted abruptly. Her ex Adam was on the dance floor with a model. The two of them entwined in a dance that would have looked more apt in a porn shoot.

Brigit felt her heart drop into her stomach. "That bastard!" Her stomach responded. It called out in her mind. "Feed me! Feed me now!"

She burst through the club doors and out into the cold night air.

"Adam! Mothafffff-!" She tried to calm herself, failing miserably. She was angry. No, she was in a rage. So much so that she didn't even remember walking into the supermarket across the street.

"Sonofabitch!" she thought, mindlessly taking a trolley and beginning to unload the shelves she walked passed into it.

"He's such an arsehole!" she recalled pilling items into shopping bags at the counter. It wasn't until she reached her apartment and sat down on the sofa that she really noticed the seven shopping bags in front of her.

"Jeez Brigit, good job you didn't pass the designer clothes store."