This choice: Tara is concerned, about the thread and her sudden, uncharacteristic hunger. • Go Back... If not for the hiccups and gassy incidents coinciding with the posts on that board, and the videos documenting them, Tara would still have been creeped out, but she wouldn't be too surprised. As it was, she felt very nervous now. The hotel room went from cozy to suffocating. She looked at the thread again.
I'll see what I can do.
She stood in front of the mirror and examined her profile to make sure her figure was still in tact, as if words on an internet message board could change. But, somehow they effected her before, and there was proof.
In time for ClevelandCon in one month!
Tara sighed and protectively crossed her hands across her flat stomach. She paced the room. She was sleepy before but wide awake now. She threw on a pair of jeans and a sweater, heading down to the hotel lobby and onto the street. She just had to get out and get a breath of fresh air. Walking always cleared her head. She had walked these streets plenty of times while away from home doing voice acting jobs, so it was just another night. Even though it was after midnight she felt perfectly safe. There were enough people on the streets even then, and they were well lit, with several diners being open albeit quiet.
Soon, Tara's unease began to dissipate. The whole thing seemed silly now. She wondered if she had even dreamed it. It wouldn't be the first time. During her first few years doing convention circuits she had her share of fans that had most definitely disturbed her. But that was early in her career. She was used to it now. She was just overworked, she thought.
Grrrrrrg
Her stomach rumbled loudly and she ducked into one of the diners across from her hotel. There were few there, with only two sleepy waitresses serving them. She caught the eyes of a couple of guys sitting together, and felt a bit of pride in turning their heads. She sat at the bar. It didn't even occur to her that she was hungry. She was practically on auto-pilot.
"I'd like one of those cheescakes," she said to the waitress.
"Slice of cheesecake coming up," the waitress grinned politely.
Groooooorggggle
Tara patted her stomach unconsciously.
"N-no, the whole thing," she found herself stuttering out.
The waitress didn't even blink.
"Sure thing, m'am," she winked as if sharing a secret, and then took one of the cakes out of the display case, putting it in front of Tara with a knife and fork on the side.
Tara almost drooled over it. She took her fork to it and began eating without a second thought. She finished a full slice in a few minutes, and then continued on. It smelled heavenly, and the taste was even better. She could not honestly remember the last time she had enjoyed eating something so much. She had eaten about two slices, and by now was speeding up, digging her fork and bringing it to her eager lips with machine-like efficiency.
"Mmm," she hummed to herself, the waitress hearing but not commenting. As she approached the halfway point she began to think that she was getting full. She rubbed her stomach between bites, trying to not drop a single crumb from her fork, although at the speed she was eating this was impossible. She had to let go of her rumbling tummy to brush some crumbs off the front of her shirt. More than halfway done, just a few more slices left. Tara wasn't even hungry when she left the hotel but now she was stuffing her face with something so delicious, so rich, so fattening-
In her mind, she paused, but her hands did not. As if hurrying to finish the cake before she could finish the thought, Tara wolfed down the remaining cheesecake in man sized chunks, finishing it with a little burp. She rubbed her full stomach, feeling heavy, almost sickeningly so, and yet strangely satisfied.
"Urp, oh, excuse me," she said to no one in particular, embarrassed but more worried. She released a few tiny burps as she rubbed her stomach through her sweater. It felt heavier and fuller than it looked.
Grooooooglllllle
Tara gripped the bar with her hands. The waitress walked by to pick up the plate.
"Quite an appetite you have there," she said.
Tara forced her mouth shut, gripping the table with all her might. She could feel the words coming on, feel the hunger growing in her already full stomach. Then, with a sudden lurch inside of her the words just popped out.
"I'd like another," she said, hardly believing what she said.
"Suit yourself," the waitress said, giving her one of the two cheesecakes left.
Tara's body didn't hesitate to do what her mind was begging her not to. She was even faster this time, as if her hands and mouth knew her legs would pick her up and flee the diner given half a chance. While she savored the last one, now she was inhaling it so quickly she didn't even taste it. Panic rose in the pit of her stomach even while it was being filled with more and more delicious, rich cheesecake. It took all her power just to brush the crumbs off of her shirt and from the sides of her mouth, to at least retain some dignity while she pigged out in public like this. Her stomach felt more than full as she approached the end, it felt tight, hard, her jeans were digging into her now and the only reason she didn't lean back to give herself some breathing room was because she had to lean forward to eat.
Whiiiiirwhiiiiiiir
Her stomach made some of the strangest gurgling sounds she heard as the last bites entered her mouth. She was breathing heavy, panting, as she took a napkin and brushed off her lips as she swallowed a mouth full of cheesecake. Ten minutes was all the time that had passed, and the last three were for just one of the cakes. She placed her hands over her full stomach and was shocked to feel that it actually was poking out, a regular food baby under her sweater. With another heavy breath she heard a snap and felt relief, only to realize her jeans had popped open.
"Oh no," she said out loud, not caring if the waitress heard. She pulled her sweater down enough to hide it.
What she really needs to do is gain like fifty pounds the commenter had said. In time for ClevelandCon in one month was the response. The cold dread she felt in her hotel room was now a warm reality as impossible to ignore as her stuffed stomach in her hands.
"Want another one, m'am?" the waitress asked with what Tara thought in her distressed state was a mocking grin.
Tara covered her mouth to stifle another belch, and said   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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