chapter 2

All this sounded perfect, Rachael had never really felt accepted by of a lot of mainstream media as her image had been too specific and restrictive. What harm could some weight gain do if her career exploded afterwards? She would have preferred to not put on weight but her desire to be famous was far too strong. "Okay...I'll do it. How should I start?"
"Don't worry honey, Larry and I will sort out all the details. Rachael spent rest of the day listening to Larry spin his web around her and by the end of it she was convinced there was no other way. She hated the thought of all the fat she would have to suffer, but it was worth it. She went to bed that night on the promise that they would start her on her journey the next day. She couldn't sleep for some time wondering what the next few months would hold for her but eventually succumbed to blissful slumber.

She awoke at 6:30 that morning and was about to get out of bed and start her early morning work out when she remembered the conversation the night before. She lay there wondering what she was going to do to amuse herself as exercise was now forbidden when she drifted off to sleep again. She awoke at 10 am confused that she had slept so easily. Larry had already instructed her chef as to her new diet and the breakfast he brought her made her balk. "Oh Jesus Gary, I can't eat all this crap!" "Larry's orders miss". Gary placed the larger tray than she was used to and promptly left the room. He had cooked her up a classic English breakfast of hash browns, bacon, fried eggs, beans, fried bread, sausages, tomato and chips complete with a chocolate malt shake. This was far too much food for her and she never ate such unhealthy fare. Reluctantly she picked her fork up and sliced herself some sausage and beans. "here goes" she said and shoveled it in. It was greasy and gloopy and so alien to her she nearly spat it out but then the flavour hit. "it tasted like all the things she always denied herself were in that one mouthful and it was heaven. She ate the first mouthful quicker than she expected and was quickly reaching for more. Each mouthful bore a new and wonderful flavour that greeted her tongue like the embrace of an old friend. After a few minutes she had forgotten all her misgivings and was truly enjoying food for what felt like the first time in a very long time.

"maybe this won't be so bad after all" she thought. Unfortunately her enthusiasm didn't match her stomach size and she was forced to concede defeat after finishing over half the plate, a feat in itself. She had eaten in one meal more than she would probably have eaten in a whole day and it tasted fantastic. She still had no interest in being fat, but she had to admit, she loved the fun of eating freely. After she had cleaned up She jumped on the scales to see what her starting weight would be. 112 lbs came the read out. A solid 8 stone, she hadn't gained a pound. She spent the rest of the day trying to stop herself from exercising and struggling to eat then digest the meals she was eating. She really couldn't accept that she was going to put on any weight, but she still kept on eating what ever Gary made her. If she was anything, she was determined. By the end of the day her belly was aching and she felt exhausted by the effort of eating so much but satisfied that she had shown commitment to her mission.

The next day was very much the same, and the next. Struggling to finish meals and failing then falling asleep with a bloated stomach. Andy loved seeing how committed she was to reaching her goal and even took to encouraging her to eat more by reminding her how famous each extra pound would make her. After a few days Rachael noticed that her stomach was looking swollen but not fat. Her stomach was stretching but she wasn't gaining any weight yet. It swelled out like a pregnant woman's but there was no sign of flab settling in. She also noticed that within a few days she was feeling hungrier in the morning and hungrier at night. She stepped on the scales 4 days in and saw the number had gone up to 118 lbs. "six pounds!" she thought, knowing most of it was just undigested food in her belly. So she slowly began to get used to skipping exercise and having a continually stuffed stomach. After 2 weeks she noticed that her body was finally showing some signs of her gluttony. Her belly still stuck out from the food but there was a softness appearing at the bottom of her belly that wobbled the tiniest bit when she slapped it. She also noticed that her thighs felt ever so slightly softer. She didn't know how to take these changes. Part of her was disgusted at her swollen belly and the fat that now lightly laced her belly and her thighs. Another part of her was ecstatic that she was taking steps towards becoming famous again. A week later she went on the scales knowing she would weigh more. "127 lbs!" That was over a stone heavier than when she had started!! She could feel it too. Her belly was now thoroughly covered with a soft mound of flab that pushed gently against her pants more and more. Her belly was still food swollen, but the fat growing there was spreading to her hips and the rest of her body. She could feel a softness to her body when she walked. Her thighs felt softer, her arms felt softer, even her breasts looked like they were answering to the call. They felt fleshier and fuller. Even her sides had a subtle amount of softness making its appearance.

She wasn't fat at all, she looked normal, but she had never looked normal before so it was hard to take. After 3 more weeks she really began to see the effects of her overindulgence. Her belly now had a flabby roll that hung over all her pants when she was sat down. Her sides were gently filling out and starter folds appeared when she twisted her body. Her belly roll folded at the top, showing a second roll that was now appearing below her breasts. They were complimented by her hips which had now joined her belly and began to bulge over all of her pants. Below the pant line her legs were becoming plump and fleshy due to her induced inactivity. Her muscles were quickly turning to flab as she spent most her days sat on her backside, and what a back side. Her buttocks looked a far cry from the toned things of just a month or so ago. Fleshy goodness had invaded it as it spread further and further under her, ballooning up nearly as much as her tummy. She hated feeling all the extra weight. She could feel her body jiggle when she moved around and found it scary how heavy all her movements felt. What also scared her was how quickly her fitness had evaporated. She was becoming winded easily and found herself even taking naps during the day, something the healthy her would never do. At 153 lbs she was both horrified and fascinated at her figure. Looking at her swollen form in the mirror she could scarestly believe it was her. She felt like an alien staring at somebody else in the mirror. It looked like someone had shoved a air hose into her and inflated every feature. Every movement now caused a ripple of fat to jiggle and wobble across her body that truly scared her. The fact that she could now grab a hand full of her own belly fat made her feel sick to her stomach at the increasing differences.

What also scared her was how big her appetite had gotten and how her habits had changed to accommodate it. At first every extra bite had been a purposeful effort. Nothing came naturally. But as the meals got bigger, her natural capacity to store food increased with her appetite. The breakfast she had eaten on the first day of her journey would have seemed like a small snack next to the platters she was now forcing down herself. It scared her how much food it now took to recreate that feeling of fullness she had experienced that first day. She knew it was a lot of food, but the more she ate it, the harder it was to remember ever eating anythings less. She'd balk occasionally when Gary increased the meal size again quite dramatically. She was shocked that he now saw her as the type of girl who could eat such a spread. She was even more shocked when on some occasions not only did she finish the meal, she ended up having seconds.

As she hit and surpassed 169 lbs she knew she was now actually becoming fat. She hated that her escalating poundage had now made most of her clothes unwearable. A few weeks earlier she had tried to fit in her biggest size of jeans. They had still just about fit on her thighs but were noticeably snug. Sadly for her their journey ended there. Her ass, belly and hip fat had got far too big and bulbous to accommodate her wishes. Try as she might there was no way they were going to fit her. As horrified as she was at the time discovering the physical reality of her gormandizing, she was much more scared now. Out of morbid curiosity she thought she'd try the same pair of jeans on again. "how much worse can it be?" she thought, "its only been a few weeks!" She lifted her first leg into them noticing for the first time that her thighs were brushing against each other. Ignoring this she put the other leg in then yanked the pants upwards. She expected a similar result to last time but it was not so. Not really looking she realized the jeans were stuck just above her knees. "i must have buttoned it after trying it on last time", she reasoned. But when she looked down all attempts at deluding herself were forgotten. Her jeans were unbuttoned, the zip was down. The only thing stopping the pants going any further were her gelatinous thighs. "oh fuck" she whispered feeling ill at the sight of the flabby mess that were her legs. Fat oozed over the rim of her pants, jiggling as she moved around. "how could it be this much tighter?" She thought.