What's Bridgette Up To?

Unbelievable.

Bridgette was tempted to slam the door in the bellhop's face. She already felt bad about losing to Izzy and gaining forty pounds. She planned to spend the rest of her night cooped up in her hotel room until the bellhop came. It seemed oddly generous for Blaineley to put the contestants up in a decent hotel and even more so for her to send Bridgette a new wardrobe. When it did arrive, the bellhop didn't just have a bag of clothes. He also had a dining cart with the remaining uneaten pies from earlier. No doubt a subtle jab from the hostess.

With only a towel covering her chest, she grabbed the bag of clothes, drew the cart into her room, and shoved it back out once she had the pies. That's when she slammed the door shut and turned her back on the bellhop. Bridgette debated whether she should toss the pies out the window, into the trash, or wait for the right moment to throw one in Blaineley's face. Her train of thought was interrupted by yet another growl from her gut. "Really? Again?" It was like dealing with an insatiable animal constantly begging for more treats. Not a small cute one but a large, imposing lump of fat. She decided it was best to toss out the pies rather than give in to temptation and picked up an apple pie.

As soon as she could smell it, Bridgette salivated and eyed the pastry. Considering if she should sample some of it before getting rid of it but then she looked at her soft, engorged biceps and steeled herself. She shook her head and continued toward the nearby trashcan. Once the pie was over the bin, she tipped the tin ready to be rid of it when another hunger pang struck and her stomach rumbled. Bridgette reminded herself that she didn't need to eat. For dinner, she had a box of pizza, thirteen dumplings, eight veggie burgers, three corn-on-the-cobs, and a garden salad. That's like fifteen times the amount she normally eats.

The surfer stuck to her guns and dumped the pie in the trash. Right as she turned to get rid of the rest, she noticed some apple filling on her finger and licked it off. Like a shark detecting blood in the water, Bridgette lunged at the trash can and stuffed her face with pie. She salvaged as much as she could from the bin before coming to terms with what she was doing. Eating from the garbage can like an animal.

Tears ran down her face as she licked her lips. She dropped the can, fell on her fat ass, and cried into her hands. She reached a new depth of hopelessness she didn't know existed. Her stomach was indifferent to her breakdown and demanded to be filled while the pies taunted her with their alluring aromas. Bridgette crawled across the room and used the pastries to dull her pain. Was this her life now? Pigging out on cheap pastries? As humiliating as this was, at least the pies were good.

A knock at the door derailed Bridgette's train of thought. "Go away!"

"Bridgette, sweetie? " Leshawna said from the other side. "You got a sec?"

"Leave me alone! URRRRP!"

"C'mon Bridgette," insisted Gwen. "Today's been rough on all of us. That's why we came over to talk. Can you let us in? We brought ice cream."

Ice cream was the last thing Bridgette's waistline needed but she couldn't deny that pie and ice cream sounded really good right now. "What flavor?"

"Rocky road."

"Just...just give me a second" Reaching for the bag of clothes, Bridgette removed the towel and slipped into some nightwear. It was snug around the hips and there wasn't a bra but it did the job of covering her up better than the towel. "Come in. The door's unlocked."

When the door opened, Gwen was the first to pass through. Technically, her cock was the first even though it was flaccid. She stopped momentarily to tug her balls stuck in the doorway and then Leshawna came next. She also had issues getting through when her rear got stuck but then she walked in with the grace of a newborn deer while holding three spoons and a tub of ice cream. Bridgette stood up and pulled the dining cart out of Leshawna's way and Gwen hopped onto the spare, empty bed. Bridgette dropped her pie tin and took the humantaur's hands for support. "Thanks, sugar. Who woulda guessed breakin' in a new pair of legs would be this hard?"

"You're handling it a lot better than I would have," sniffled Bridgette. She did her best to **** a smile and give her friends one less thing to worry about. Judging by their looks of concern, the surfer wasn't fooling anyone.

"How are you holding up?" Gwen asked. "You had it pretty rough out there."

"Come on, it's not so bad. Blaineley's put me through a lot worse," Bridgette brushed off.

Leshawna folded her arms and said, "Girl, you ain't foolin' no one. Be honest."

"No, really. It's nothing that a little bit of exercising and dieting can fix. I...I..." Her flimsy attempt at denial was so far-fetched even she couldn't swallow it. Unable to stop the waterworks, she sat down on the other bed and broke down sobbing in front of her friends. "I'm a pig! A total slob! No matter how much I eat, I'm never full. I don't know if I'll ever be able to lose this weight. What's Geoff going to think when he sees me like this?"

"Hey, c'mon. You know he's not that shallow."

"But what if he is? How am I supposed to party with him when I get winded after dancing for a minute? How are we supposed to make out when I could crush him if I'm on top? How are we supposed to go to the beach when none of my swimsuits fit? I'll just be known as the new fat chick from now on and....and...I DON'T WANT TO BE THE FAT CHI-HI-HIIIIICCK!" She might as well be back on the set in front of the cameras. It didn't matter if she broke down in front of a live studio audience or just her closest friends. Bridgette couldn't stand having their eyes on her. She cast her sights on the floor and the gut that **** her legs apart. She was then scooped up into a tender embrace and judging by the rack she was pressed into, she could only assume that it was Leshawna.

"Look, why don't we all just say what we're all thinking: this show sucks," Gwen advised. "It was one thing when they were risking our lives for the sake of drama but at least we walked away from it the same as we did when we first joined. Being fat is nothing compared to growing a cock. I'm not sure how I'm going to handle going out in public without getting arrested. They don't exactly make pants for people this well-endowed."

"At least you can still wear pants," Leshawna pointed out, releasing Bridgette from her embrace. "I gotta live the rest of my life with my ass cheeks hanging out and my pussy on display. Don't even get me started on using the bathroom."

"Ughh, don't remind me. It wouldn't be so bad trying to piss with this thing if it was normal sized but I need two hands just to hold and aim this bad boy just so I don't spray it everywhere."

"At least you can see where you're going. It's a hassle just getting my ass on the seat. I don't know what I'm gonna do when I need to pinch a loaf. I can barely get my butthole to stay shut as is."

The two of them would have continued if Bridgette hadn't started giggling. She covered her mouth with her hand but it couldn't hide her amusement at all. "I he-he-he I-I'm sorry. It's just... I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at myself for being so selfish. Here I am thinking about myself when you two are in the same boat as me."

"Girl, don't sweat it. I love being just as curvaceous as the next gal but even I would flip if I was in your shoes," Leshawna rubbed her rotund sides and stopped when she realized something. "Oh, damn! I didn't even think about getting new shoes for my new feet."

"Like I said, this whole thing sucks. But it's nice knowing that we aren't facing this alone," said Gwen.

"I guess you're right but you know what the worst part of all this is? Only one of us can win," Bridgette reminded them. Looking down at her protruding paunch, she cupped it in her hands and continued, "Which means that everyone else has to stay the way they are once they transform." She noticed Gwen look to her member and the way she scrunched her face in disgust.

"I wouldn't mind staying this way if it meant Heather gets it just as rough." Leshawna knitted her brow and added, "She can go to the final three if she gets as twisted on the outside as she is on the inside."

"And risk her winning? No chance," said Gwen. "I'd rather go against the two of you."

Bridgette was getting distracted by the melting tub of ice cream and uneaten pies but as soon as Gwen said that, she had an idea. "Wait...maybe we can make that happen."

"What do you mean?"

"Isn't it obvious? Let's form an alliance!"

"Are you for real?" gawked Leshawna.

"Why not? Blaineley's going to pit us against each other eventually. We might as well team up and help each other reach the finals. That way, we can guarantee that one of us will win and use their winnings to change us back to normal."

"I dunno. Do they even have a procedure for whatever-taurs?"

Gwen smiled. "Even if they don't, at least we can guarantee Heather and Courtney won't win.

"Uh... right. Courtney..." Bridgette was about to suggest inviting Courtney but held on to that idea for the time being. She could always bring it up at a later point. "We'll deal with her when the time is right. For now, what do you say? Alliance?"

Leshawna and Gwen shared a look and then grinned.

"Alliance."

"Alliance."

"Great!" Just then, her stomach gurgled and Bridgette sheepishly chuckled. "Maybe we should break into that ice cream while it's still good." Leshawna handed her a spoon and the three dug into the desserts. Forgetting their troubles for a moment and enjoying their sweet treat.