This choice: Helen eats a greasy hot dog with onions. She gets bad breath, BO, and gas. | Go Back Chapter 7: Helen eats a greasy hot dog with onions. She ge... (ID #904820) an addition by: SlobisCute ![View slobiscute's Portfolio. [Offline / Private]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-2.gif) More by this author Helen strode into the city trying to make sense of what had happened. She couldn't put her finger on what city she was currently strolling through; the buildings seemed generic. Helen found herself overtaking many of the pedestrians she encountered as most seemed rather overweight. They also all seemed to be women. "Hmm...maybe a cooking convention in town?" Helen wondered to herself, knowing full well that there still should be men and slimmer women around if that were the case. She couldn't decide if the city's atmosphere was pleasant or not. The people looked happy enough, and delectable smells drifted through the air. Underneath the rich smells of frying meat and baked goods, however, was a sharp sort of locker-room smell that never seemed to go away either, almost as if it was seeping from the buildings just like the smell of cooking.
Eventually her hunger got the best of her and she succumbed to the temptations of a plump teenager with a hot dog cart. She asked for a plain one, and to her surprise she was laughed at! Before she could react, a massive hot dog stacked with onions and slathered in melted cheese was presented to her. When she began rummaging in her pockets for money, the teenage girl simply waved her hand, revealing a sweat-stained armpit. Helen took the tiniest bite, slightly disgusted with herself. "This isn't going to do my hip measurements any good..." she sighed as she recalled her rear end's rather substantial presence in her bedroom mirror every morning.
To her surprise, it tasted fantastic! It was the best 'dog she had in her life! She finished it with gusto, and rapidly licked her fingers to capture any remaining grease and cheese. She belched a little and smiled. "I guess I -am- on vacation...might as well let go a little." The girl at the cart already had another similarly decked out treat ready for her newest customer.
"Maybe I'll just spend my vacation here if all the food is this good...." Helen laid a silent fart as she pondered, not noticing her breath curdling. She did however, begin to notice the slight discomfort of gas pain beginning to well in her gut.
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