Abby waddled down the hall, contemplating her plan. If she really did have powers, she’d need a costume. She’d spent years of her spare time cutting up different outfits into flashy heroic ensembles; she judged them based around how at home they’d look on a comic book cover. It had been a while since she’d done it, but she couldn’t wait to start again.
She completely gave herself to the fantasy. A part of her knew, simply knew that it was just a silly dream, but for just a while, she wanted to pretend it was real…
“Hmm, well, maybe I could ask someone to let me eat them…and let them out if it works? Hmmm, not sure they’d believe me…” she thought to herself. She wasn’t sure she believed it, either. She wasn’t exactly one for throwing up her food.
The whole thing made her stomach rumble, and she was soon inserting a dollar bill into a vending machine.
“Oh hey there, Gabby!” The plump co-ed froze as the sweet voice passed her ears.
“It’s Abby!” she shot back as calmly as she could.
“Oh, sorry, sorry!”
Behind her stood Janine Rivers, head cheerleader, and unofficial queen on campus. Abby couldn’t stand the way she went around acting sweet and innocent to everyone she met. She could get away with murder with the right smile.
“What do you want, Janine?”
“Uh, snack?” she shrugged. “Don’t tell anyone, though, I’m meant to be on a diet!” she giggled. Abby hated that insufferable giggling.
“Fine, I’ll just be a sec…” Abby waited for her snack to drop, but it got stuck halfway down. “Oh darn it!”
“Aw, you should try giving it a good shove! Way you lift those weights, you might knock a few extra packs loose!”
“Funny thing, Jan, I actually do lift weights.”
“…yeah, I know, that’s why I said it. I see you at the gym sometimes.”
Abby ignored her and gave the machine a push, but nothing happened.
“I know! I’ll buy the same thing, and maybe it’ll knock yours down!”
“…I have a better idea…” Abby grinned, cheekily, and began flexing her jaw.
Truth was, Janine was every bit as friendly and sweet as she acted, if just a tad oblivious. But Abby didn’t know her, all she saw was some ditzy girl constantly walking with a posse of admirers getting her way without any effort. And with an annoying laugh.
And because she didn’t like her, she found herself believing every little rumour about her. That she’d invite boys to her dorm just so her clique could laugh at them. That she sabotaged her competition for Prom Queen every year. That she’d turn on one of her friends and cast them to the bottom of the social food chain just for the fun of it.
Perhaps, had she not had that particular dream this morning, Abby would’ve talked with Janine and found out what a nice person she really was.
But Janine was not that lucky.
“Oh, neat! Where’d you learn to do that?” Janine smiled as Abby popped her jaw and opened wide…
****
Abby slammed the door behind her just in time. "BRAAAAAAHP!"
Her chunky middle squirmed and thrashed as Janine kicked and screamed for freedom.
"It worked! Omigosh it actually worked!"
A sobbing, crying voice escaped her lips with every word.
"After all this time...so many years, so many nights spent dreaming...I'm going to be a hero!"
She posed heroically in front of her mirror and smiled, imagining all the good she could do, as her engorged stomach churned a poor girl into mush.
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