Chapter 8 - the hunger pangs

Danielle had been blinded by rage during the past few days. She barely spoke to Theresa, and subtly shot her disapproving looks. She just could not see how that cow was getting as much attention as she was. There must be some kind of a trick, some scheme between the two. They must be working against her. Well, she would fix Theresa, and when Mike came crawling to apologize, she would make sure he knew who was the boss.

It was Danielle's turn to cook dinner, and she was going to make sure that it was one that Theresa would not forget. She made spaghetti and meatballs, as well as heaps of garlic bread. She took the powder which had become her best friend throughout the whole ordeal. She opened the bottle and poured the entire contents of the bottle into the sauce. When she stirred it together, the powder was completely unnoticeable, which is exactly what she wanted.

She called Theresa to the table and set everything up. After she filled Theresa's plate, Danielle put a look of nausea on her face, apologized, and bolted to the bathroom. There, she made retching noises and pretended to be sick. She could hear Theresa asking if she was all right. She mumbled that Theresa should start without her, that she would be fine in just a few minutes.

When she came out, Danielle noticed that Theresa was gobbling down the food far quicker than usual. She had filled her plate to the brim with spaghetti and had her face almost in the plate, shoveling the food in her mouth.

Theresa had no idea why she was in such pain. After the first bite, her stomach had responded with such pain that she needed to eat as quickly as she could just to keep the pain at a minimum. She had gone through four plates before she knew it. Her stomach was straining against her jeans, and yet she still felt as though she had not eaten a thing. She finished the entire meal, but her gut still roared in disapproval.

She got up from the table and ran to the kitchen, grabbing whatever food she could get her hands on. Chips, cookies, bread, cheese, deli meats, lettuce, anything to dull the pain.

As she ate, her pants finally gave in to the pressure. The button popped off and rolled around the floor, as her bloating stomach pushed the zipper further and further down. her gut hung out, slight stretch marks evidence of the gain.

Eventually, Theresa was able to calm down her stomach. In a haze, she made her way to her room, oblivious to the mess she made and how much she had eaten. Danielle could only look at the damages, slightly repulsed, but also slightly happy.