Chapter 2 - just the beginning..

Rhiannon finally went to rehab, and forced to eat 3 meals a day, got up to 130 pounds. Never having been that heavy, she felt ridiculously fat. Her body jiggled and bounced when she walked, her tits poured out of her tops, and she barely had a thigh gap left. She could feel her stomach straining against even her biggest clothes, and there was always a mark left on her belly when she undressed. She hated being this big, but the men at the rehab center assured her that she looked so much better. She started f*cking one of the guys- it wasn't serious, he was 20 years her senior and married- but it raised her self esteem enough that she could keep eating.

She completed her program and moved back in with her parents. She was so embarrassed to be 29, back in her hometown, and being what she considered fat. When Jay started texting her, she was thrilled that a guy was interested in her. She even sent him (well edited) nudes, focusing on her now very large tits and airbrushing her stomach to hide the tiny but noticeable bulges hanging out above her now incredibly tight bras and underwear. He seemed to like her, and the pictures, and they texted constantly. But for some reason he never followed through on any plans to get together.

One day, Rhi had had enough. Either this guy was going to hang out with her, or she was going to move on. Annoyed at being ditched once again, she decided to show up at his house. She put on a short skirt and tight top, wanting to look her best. As she walked out the door though, she noticed her reflection and had to stop. Her little starter belly was protruding out against the top of her unforgiving denim skirt, the tight shirt only highlighting its existence. Her thighs looked thigh crammed inside the size 0 skirt, but she rationalized that they were thick in a good way, light Beyonce. She threw on a denim vest to hide her little potbelly, and headed out the door to Jays house.

The whole drive there she couldn't stop thinking about her little gut. It felt giant to her. It was not even an inch of flab pouring over the waistband of her mini skirt, but to a formerly anorexic girl, it feels like a massive gut. Trying to maintain her cool, she put it out of her mind, turned on some music, and started driving.