This choice: Her stomach rumbled again. • Go Back... Grrrrrrrrg . . .
Jennifer felt the pang of hunger again, rolling her eyes in annoyance. Seriously? I just fed you, she thought. She patted her growling stomach as she walked, quite automatically, to the kitchen. She sighed. It wasn't like her to be so hungry, and certainly not to eat so much in one sitting. She went to her fridge and took out some leftover pizza from a gettogether with her friends the night before. Her stomach rumbled with approval.
Without even reheating it, or even sitting down, she wolfed down a slice. She turned back to the fridge, her stomach still felt empty, demanding, and yet oddly full. Not surprising, given how she had just eaten as much in a morning the she would normally eat in a day. But still, that hunger . . .
Two slices later and Jennifer's mind was finally free of enough of hunger to think straight. She sat pulled up a chair to the kitchen table where her laptop lay and sat down when her jeans button popped open. For a moment it didn't register. She squinted quizzically at her stomach, below her breasts, which themselves felt a little swollen. She rubbed her tummy through her shirt. Yes, she was definitely sporting an embarrassingly obvious food baby.
"Oh, this is great," she muttered, standing up and looking at her profile in the oven door. There it was, her lower stomach puffing out against her unbuttoned jeans, stretching her t-shirt out. She grimaced as she held it in her hand, forcing herself to admit that her always strong will power might have failed lately for her not to notice this sooner.
"So this is what everyone was snickering about," she said. She sucked in her stomach and was able to redo her jeans, but then she was struck by such a cramp that she doubled over, causing them to undo themselves again. This time the growl that came from within her wasn't hunger, but nausea. Holding her bloated middle, Jennifer ran to the bathroom and spent the next fifteen minutes heaving over her toilet, emptying herself of the massive amounts of food she had just consumed.
Feeling better, but just barely, Jennifer washed her face, took some pepto to settle her stomach, and once again eyed that unsightly bulge with disapproval. She was too young, she thought, to have her metabolism turn on her, and was certain a few weeks of harder exercise at the gym would prevent this from getting any worse.
Yet, when she prodded that little bulge, it felt somehow full, disturbingly so. For the moment, not wanting to upset her stomach any further, Jennifer pulled her shirt down and left her jeans open. For good measure, she tugged at her bra. It was feeling nearly painfully tight today. Thus uneasy, but at least temporarily certain that it was a temporary problem, Jennifer went to look at her calendar to see what the rest of the day held.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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