Kelly's room was a mess, a maelstrom of discarded clothes, empty boxes, old bottles, and what seemed like a thousand other pieces of debris. The carpet was covered in a variety of stains and crumbs. The state of the room mirrored Kelly's emotional state perfectly.
Kelly was sitting on the floor, shoveling spoonful after spoonful of strawberry ice cream into her mouth, barely even noticing that not all of it was entering her mouth. Some of the dessert dripped onto the carpet, forming yet another pink splotch on the ground, and some of it dripped onto her round belly. Said belly was sitting exposed to the air; Kelly's shirt (a plain white tank top which showed some generous cleavage), which had fit fine just a few weeks ago, was now incapable of completely covering her torso. Her sweatpants still fit, masking wider hips, thicker thighs, and a bigger butt. Kelly's face was rounder too, and lined with tears. Her brown hair, usually kept in a neat ponytail, was unwashed and disheveled. This was clearly a girl who was not feeling good about herself.
The reason for said depression was John, who had been her boyfriend until two weeks ago, when he had abruptly broken up with her. Kelly might have been able deal with being dumped, had John not immediately started going out with Marie, a "friend" of hers (although that term was a little iffy, even for Kelly. Marie was more a friend of a friend who happened to be in the same social circle). Learning that John had never really liked her, and had used her to get close to Marie, was more than Kelly could bear, and so, she had isolated herself from her old friends. Kelly had found that stuffing herself into submission helped to dull the heartache for a little while, and so had begun binging. The results were plain as day now that she could see her round belly no matter what she wore, but Kelly was in too much pain to really care that much.
Setting aside the now empty ice cream carton, Marie picked up her next item of food. It was, for reasons that escaped her, a watermelon. After finding that she really didn't care why it was there, Kelly brought the big fruit to her face. She didn't even bother cutting the watermelon up, and just stuffed it into her mouth, and swallowed. The whole fruit went down her throat surprisingly easy, and now her belly had an odd oblong shape, as the melon sat there. This was unusual enough that Kelly stopped eating for a while, and just stared at her oddly-shaped gut. Eventually, her belly shrank a little as the watermelon digested, and soon it was back to the buttery ball it once was.
This event remained in Kelly's mind as she picked up her next item of food, a box of chocolates, and she didn't really notice their flavor as she began to think. She didn't know that swallowing the watermelon whole was possible, and yet it had happened. What if she could fit bigger things into her belly. For the first time in weeks, Kelly's thoughts were no longer fully focused on her anguish. Now, ideas of vengeance were forming in her head, as she began to plot a way to get back at those who had hurt her. Oh, a part of her mind was telling her that doing so probably broke some laws, and another was saying that eating a person would probably at least double her already expanded waistline, but those thoughts weren't strong enough to discourage the revenge plans that were popping up in her mind.
Finishing off the chocolates, Kelly then decided to stand up. Doing so took a bit of effort, since she was now a bit rounder than she was at the beginning of the day. However, she was soon on her feet, her now chubbier belly forming a roll over the elastic band of her sweatpants. Kelly had decided that she was going to punish...
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