Chapter 6

She rustled through the bags. Junk food at every turn. Pizzas, microwaveable burgers, chips, crisps, sausage rolls, pies, fried chicken and ice cream cake. Five Ice cream cakes to be exact.

Brigit was appalled with herself. "I don't eat crap like this? I'd never keep my figure."

Her stomach spoke again. "But it ALL tastes so good. FEED ME!"

Brigit shrugged. "I guess I shouldn't argue with my own body. Besides, tonight wasn't exactly the big night out I was hoping for. A little treat wouldn't hurt. I kinda deserve it."

She threw a pizza in the microwave and whilst she was waiting opened a family size bag of crisps. She turned on the TV and lay back on her sofa. With every crunch in her mouth, her taste buds exploded. She couldn't figure it out. They were like the most amazing crisps she had ever tasted. She started putting two in her mouth at a time, then three, then four. Soon she was stuffing her face with handfuls of crisps, a greasy film enveloping her lower face. With each bite, a new and glorious sensation swam over her. Within five minutes the bag was empty. But Brigit's small stomach was hugely satisfied.

"Ooh, it feels like concrete," she thought, prodding her tummy.

Just then the bell of the microwave chimed. The smell of pizza came rushing to her nostrils. Her stomach rumbled again. "What? But I'm so full!"

The gargle rose up again, impossible to ignore. Brigit for an instance could have sworn her tummy had actually shook, demanding food.

"I can't do it! I can't eat any more. It doesn't matter how tasty and good it smells. I'm too full! I just don't have the room. I..." her thoughts trailed off as she caught sight of the sexy red dress lounging across her bed. Her head had been mixed up with a jumble of thoughts about it all day. What exactly had happened before? She couldn't quite remember. She'd just known it was her dress, not for sharing with Romona. Funny, it looked so small and revealing and yet all her thoughts attached to it made some connection to something much bigger, far more comforting; like a large, warm duvet.

She felt like she needed that warmth right now. What with seeing Adam with another girl. And that jerk who had called her "plump"! "or was it chubby?" she said aloud. Her tummy rumbled again and a small wave of excitement passed through her. She placed her hands over it. "Suppose I was chubby?" RUMBLE. "Or plump?" RUMBLE RUMBLE. She bit her lip. That pulse of excitement began to ebb into her crotch. Her hand slipped from her tummy to lower down. She stood up and without full awareness of what she was doing, working on impulse alone, she began to take off her clothes. "I wonder if I'd look good, if say I was plump girl?" RUMBLE. Off came her dress, exposing her skinny frame.

"I bet I'd have some curves on me then! I could eat what I wanted. I could get fat if I wanted." RUMBLE RUMBLE. "Maybe that's what I need. To be a fat girl." RUMBLE. Off came her bra, her small breasts making little to no impact on her femininity. "Everything would be so much BIGGER. I would be fat. YES! Or fatter still. I could be such a piggy." She dropped her knickers to the floor as she reached the bedroom. "I could be obese, as fat as the fat lady in the circus. I could be as lazy as I want, eat as much as I want and be AS FAT AS I WANT!" RUMBLE. RUMBLE. RUMBLE. She picked up the dress and an electrical charge passed through her fingers. She dropped the dress over her head and pulled it down until it fit, snuggly. "And no one would boss small old me around again. No Adam! Too small am I? No, arsehole from a fashion magazine. Plump? You ain't seen nothing." She looked herself squarely in the wardrobe mirror. "I want to be a really BIG girl!"