Vegetables make you fat

chapter 6

I’d thought it strange that I felt little emotion that night, but next morning the emotions hit me, a confused mixture of shock, awe, and fear. To this day, I haven’t a clue as to what caused Jessica to swell several hundred pounds. In fact, I never saw her leave the room; I merely pointed the crew towards my room and left. Let them figure out whatever had happened; I sure as hell had no idea.
After a month of sleepless nights filled with ripened breasts and full bellies, I finally returned to the hotel. No date this time, just a myriad of questions. I’ve been sleeping here for three days, but no luck on learning exactly what had happened. No word on Jessica, no hints on whether the food was “poison,” and no explanation for what was going on with the television. There were so many possible reasons, and none of them made sense. Worse, none of the staff from that night were around to answer my questions, and I didn’t feel like confronting anyone else with my crazy story was called for.
Now, as I stooped over my beer at the outdoor bar, I stared pensively at all the bikini-clad women enjoying themselves around the pool, lithe and supple, their wet skin glistening in the summer sun. I took a sip and leaned my head against my palm. Maybe I’d never learn what exactly had happened, but if I’d learned anything, it was this: you aren’t what you eat after all; you are what you eat like.
“Hey,” a light, bubbly voice called.
“Hey,” I glanced behind myself and saw a bombshell of a woman striding up to me, breasts bouncing lightly in a yellow, two-piece bikini. She sat on the stool beside mine with a goofy grin, leaning over her crossed-arms so she could look directly into my eyes.
“Who’re you with?” she asked.
“I’m alone, I guess.”
“Aw… you wanna buy me a drink?”
“Sure,” I nodded. I bought her a mix-drink I had good memories of: Sex on the Beach. She took it from my hand, letting her fingers stroke mine as she did so.
“I gotta go easy on these,” she said with a light sip on the straw.
“It’s not that strong of a drink,” I smiled.
“Oh, I can handle it, but if I drink too many, I’ll get fat,” she snickered when she saw my eyes widen with shock. Chuckling light-heartedly, she turned towards me as she took another sip.
I gawked at the sight of her toned, bare midriff. Before my eyes, it pooched outwards by a couple inches, her navel deepening. “W-what are you doing here yourself?” I asked.
She shrugged. “Just looking to have some fun. You know, relax… let go a little,” she rubbed her belly, looking into my eyes without blinking.
“Are you doing anything tonight?”
“Just some chilling in my room. I’m in 426,” she tossed the straw and swigged the last of her drink. Giving me one, last look, she stood up and began walking away. “See you around.”
Her tits had out-grown her bra.