Thicker

“Just a little bit please??” Jen begged.

Will sighed. “You know that curse is almost over, just hold on a little longer!” He looked at his best friend and shook his head at almost a last resort. It’s what pushed her over the edge as she started to cry and eat the bag of chips.

Approximately a day and a half ago, Jen and Will had been walking through a local fair when what almost seemed like a movie scene happened right in from of him. Jen got into a fight with a gypsy that put a curse on her; basically a script for a cheesy horror movie. For the next 2 days whatever she would eat in grams, it would translate to pounds to her weight.

It seemed like such a bullshit idea but as soon as she gained a spare tire from a handful of popcorn, it was understood how serious the situation really was. Will tried to run back to the booth to see if he could find the gypsy with no avail. It’s like the entire thing just got up and left.

Now it was his job to keep her from eating for 2 days. It was fine for the first day but now that they were nearing the end of the second day, it seemed like she was giving in.

As she ate the bag of chips (mostly empty due to a wrestle with Will over it earlier) she had gained almost 200 pounds. She guzzled down a can of beer and sighed at her new fat form.

“At least she did she didn’t say shit about drinkin… *PBBBBFFFFT*… Shit.”