This choice: Stick with Allison's growing munchies • Go Back...Chapter #6Stick with Allison's growing munchies by: Nicol B.   A small part of Allison was worried, scared even, of what was happening to her. People don’t just get insanely hungry and devour enough food for their tummies to look like little bowling balls, nor do they grow a whole several inches taller after unleashing a massive belch. If they did, she’d have surely done more belching contests with her big brother because for what little part of Allison was afraid, a far larger part was cheering and leaping up and down with glee.
Allison was the tallest girl in her class, a fact that many a school bully tried to belittle her for to no avail. In point of fact, she had become something of a bully herself though she was never intentionally malicious about it. She just really liked looking down on her peers and rubbing it in their faces by reaching up for things they couldn’t even hope to touch. She adored stepping on and breaking things, a warm rush coursing through her on those few times she managed to get her foot down atop a toy vehicle or mock building.
Most of all though she loved, absolutely loved, playing with little dolls, especially the really small ones that fit in the palm of her hand. Many were the play dates she had with those little dolls, with most of them pretend versions of her friends, her would-be bullies, even the teachers and other adults, but for the one she played with the most, the one that was the smallest she had and was based on the one person she loved the most, her big brother.
Playing pretend with the dolls always left her with a tingly feeling in her privates but never as much as when she pretended it was her brother that she was clutching with one hand. Her cheeks would always flush red and the tingling would get so strong down there that Allison’s other hand had been drawing ever closer and closer to it.
A fierce grumble from her tummy interrupted her daydreaming and Allison swallowed on reflex, her eyes widening in surprise as she felt a small lump travel down her throat to land in her empty stomach. She glanced down at her hands in surprise, wondering just what they had grabbed for her to snack on before her stomach loosed another insistent gurgle.
“If I keep eating, I’ll get bigger and bigger…” She said to herself, looking worriedly around the kitchen before she shivered and grinned delightfully. “I’ll just go outside before my next growth spurt, then I won’t wreck the house!”
Left unsaid was the fact that other houses, particularly those of their neighbors whom Allison rather disliked for their general meanness, were fair game. Especially so considering that virtually no one in the neighborhood was home for spring break.
Allison got up from the chair, which groaned in relief causing her to giggle. She didn’t really feel heavier than she had before but she had certainly gained some weight and was going to gain a whole lot more. She walked passed the table completely ignorant of the fact that both her cereal bowl and several utensils were gone and that her tummy, though still quite small compared to earlier, was starting to bulge just a tiny bit outwards.
The six foot tall eight-year-old stood before the refrigerator with an eager smile and, with a lick of her lips, opened the door as wide as she could. She had to lean down and forward a bit, but that didn’t bother her in the slightest because she knew that this was because she was so much bigger than she had been mere minutes ago. Her smile grew even wider at that thought.
Not even stopping to consider her vast array of choices present before her, Allison knelt down in front of the fridge and started eating everything that lay within. At first, she was careful with how she ate, taking the time to open a packet of cheese and eating it one slice at a time. Her tummy’s impatient rumbling and her earlier daydream together enticed her to speed up and soon the kitchen floor was a small sty of debris with nary a crumb of food left in the fridge or the cabinets.
Small in that while a few thoroughly licked clean cups of yogurt and pudding littered the ground, there were few packets or empty boxes. Only tiny bits and pieces of plastic and cardboard, all bearing bite marks, littered the floor in front of Allison.
She alternated between them, the fridge and the cabinets, accidentally pulling one loose on its hinges with her eagerness to eat what treats lay within. It didn’t even occur to Allison that much of what lay in the cabinets was unprepared foodstuffs like powdered mash potatoes, tomato paste, or uncooked noodles, she ate them and most of their packaging all the same, sometimes all at once to get a semblance of a full meal.
Despite her hunger and her eagerness to grow, Allison did take some time to play with her food. Antics that brought a guffaw from her brother and a disapproving look from their parents on more than one occasion. She opened a jar of pickles with ease, bowing to an imaginary audience before scarfing them down. She stuffed her mouth full with grapes, her cheeks bulging, before she swallowed them down stems and all. Eventually though, Allison had emptied the contents of the kitchen down to a lone bottle of soda.
Allison sat back on the heels of her feet as she chugged down the bottle. Though she was enjoying the taste of the bubbly drink, something she normally wasn’t allowed to have that often, Allison was more focused on the feeling of it pouring into her stomach, feeling her tummy bulge outwards with every gulp.
After guzzling the last drop she tossed it aside and wiped her mouth clean with the back of her hand. She looked down at her belly, which sat like a large bowling ball over her torn and straining shorts. Despite emptying out the fridge and cabinets of their contents and leaving barely any scraps behind in her gluttony, Allison did not feel the tiniest bit full but the familiar pressure was there much more than before.
“Oh…” She cradled her swollen stomach in her hands and hiccupped. “Oh man…”
Her stomach rumbled, a faint trembling growing outwards that made her quiver where she knelt before it slowly started to recede in her hands and the pressure inside it rose to match it immensely, earning a startled groan of pain from Allison. Yet even with a glimmer of tears in her eyes, Allison was smiling broadly with delight because she knew that soon, she was going to unleash a massive burp and following that burp would come an equally large growth spurt.
“And mommy isn’t here to lecture me on not burping in the kitchen,” said Allison. Her eyes widened with sudden realization and she said a word that she heard her brother use once before as she rose up to her full six foot stature. “I’ve got to get outside!”
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