...and she looked different. She looked a bit chubbier than usual. Her arms and legs were thicker, becoming fatter at the tops and slowly becoming a lot less thicker when it reached her hands and feet. Her cheeks looked a bit bloated as well, and more pink than usual. Her stomach looks like it was nearly going to droop down to her knees. Her nose also felt strange, but as she looked at the mirror, Monica thought it was normal. Because that's how she always looked. Monica was confused, she felt like she was different, but she always was that size, ever since she was a little sow-so-s-gi-gir-girl. Monica shook her head, her mind was acting up for some reason. She didn't know why, exactly. These feelings are started out with the dream. Could it be the dream? It couldn't be, could it? Surely not, right? Her stomach growled, she was hungry for something so bad. She didn't even put any clothes on as she rushed towards the fridge. She opened the door and scanned the whole fridge up and down. She could have a yogurt. No, that didn't feel right. Some leftover pizza? No, didn't feel right. Bacon? She felt disgusted by it. But something did catch her eye. There was a fresh cabbage right down the back of the fridge. Perfect. She lunged towards the cabbage, hooking it with her fingers and pulling it with great force out of the fridge. She pulled off the plastic wrapping and gouged on the cabbage, not even taking small bites or cutting it up, she was tearing through the cabbage like some sort of animal...