Katrina's costume collection

Chapter 12 - The Cookies Part 3

And sure enough, when they got there, Madison let out an internal scream that momentarily shook her out of her hunger. There was a tightness to her costume and a horrifying softness to her tummy. Her fingers delicately squeezed the pounds of fat that had collected around her midsection. They pushed inward, sinking into softness. She fought the urge to squeeze and shake and try to push the fat back in, but she still had the wherewithal to realize that she was still in the middle of a crowded party. Hopefully people hadn’t noticed her unfortunate figure issues. Maybe she could just walk out the door- maybe even head to an all night gym.

Yes. That was what she could do. As she turned toward the door, she could feel the weight of her pudgy belly move with her. She had to fight the urge to catch it as the starter pot belly bounced up and down. With a step, she felt the slightest tremor of her thighs starting to soften.

This was a mistake. Coming to this party had been a mistake. How could she have let herself be seen like this? How could she have bought this costume? It must have been some kind of trick of the light and the mirrors in that shop. She would have to file a better business bureau complaint, and a lawsuit! It had to have been their fault. Not hers. It couldn’t have been hers.

She shouldn’t have come like this. Obviously, she had become less strict with her diet than she had realized, and now people who were less than she was were getting to have a laugh at her expense. She couldn’t stand for that. No!

No. It couldn’t have been her fault. She was perfect. Her diet was perfect. Her looks were perfect. It was just one bad night right now. The cookies! What was in the delicious cookies? It was the incredible, tasty, delicious, sugary, sweet, phenomenal cookies to blame. But who could one- just one more- no! How could one little binge of cookies do this kind of damage already. She was a smokehouse. A winner. Unbeatable. Always in control. Always… and to become this? To suddenly find herself on the road to being a fatty? A loser? A FAT loser?!? And all because of a cookie- okay more than one cookie, but just because of a few perfectly delectable cookies? Impossible. Then what?

It didn’t matter. She needed to leave. She needed to go home, peel this costume off, burn it, and then do sit ups until this jiggling jello turned back into her famous abs. She took another step toward the door.

But just one more…

Like Orpheus, Madison couldn’t help but turn back and seal her fate. She looked over at the disheveled tray of cookies, and then her eyes continued until they landed on a box next to them. A box filled with….

“Pumpkin. Spiced. Doughnuts.”