Kate and Jenny

Part 23

Jenny

Helping Dana in the kitchen was much more interesting than standing at the counter the whole day. It was... fun watching the process of how shapeless dough slowly turned into delicious pastries, but I especially enjoyed the tasting in which Dana encouraged me and I was only too happy to oblige. By the time the first customer arrived, my belly was pleasantly filled and stretching the apron I was wearing. I was pretty sure that only half of the pastries we made survived the tasting process and ended up on the display. I'm going to be so fat! The fattest girl in my class, no doubt. I should have been worried about this prospect but I wasn't. Why am I excited?!

The work day went by much faster than I thought possible and before I knew it I was sent home with a box of pastries that tasted even better than they normally would, because they were the result of my own hard work.

Walking home my legs were killing me. Unused to spending all day on my poor feet had consequences. The additional weight I managed to accumulate didn't at all help the matter. I wonder how Dana can manage it with her extraordinary weight...

"Jenny, don't eat too much, the dinner will be ready in 10 minutes." Mum said.

"Ok." I said reaching for a donut, not even sure what mum said, too occupied by its flavor and thinking about what could be done to make it taste even better. Maybe just a bit more frosting?

"Tell Kate the dinner is ready."

Unwillingly I rose to my aching feet. I knew I shouldn't, but the chocolate cupcake I made mostly by myself looked just too inviting for me to refuse. One for the road can't hurt. It is good. I pondered the mouthful I bit off. But Dana makes them better...

Despite eating two servings and even though I ate pretty much throughout the whole day, I was still hungry. I must have really stretched my stomach with all that pizza. Or was it just in my head? Was I really hungry or was it just that I wanted to eat more? I wanted to eat and eat until I couldn't possibly swallow another bite. I need to stop. I mean do I really want to end up like Dana? The corridor she got stuck in wasn't even narrower than regular doors, how can she function? With how much weight ends up in my lower region it's just a matter of time before I also start to get stuck. I need to get under control. Lost in my thoughts I haven't even noticed when Kate left. I inhaled the beautiful smell and looked at the food. Third serving never killed anyone, right?

I lied in my bed, cradling my massively swollen belly. Third serving might not kill anyone, but I wasn't so sure about the fourth, fifth and sixth that came after it. The sad thing is that I wasn't even that full and could go for more, but there was no more to have, since I cleaned out the pot thoroughly. I looked at the still half full box of pastries I put on the nightstand before reaching for it, my hand coming just too short. Oh thank god!

The door to my room creaked open and my mother stepped inside. She sat down on my bed next to me and laid her hand on my swollen gut.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"I've never seen anyone eat like you do! I'd ask where are you putting it all, but I guess it's pretty obvious." She said with a chuckle, her warm hand caressing the bloated globe.

My eyes drifted to the box before looking back to my mother. I shrugged. "I don't know. I just like to eat until I can't eat anymore. It doesn't matter if it's because there's no more food or because I'm so full I couldn't swallow another bite." I unconsciously looked at the box again and my mother saw it.

"Do you want me to hand it to you."

No! No. Absolutely not. "Yes, please." I pleaded weakly. Why can't I stop? It's just a matter of time before I'm even bigger than Dana...