chapter 5

July 10th:

Today I decided to sneak around her house more than usual. Until now, I had limited myself to her kitchen and her living room, but today for the first time I actually decided to go into her room. I wanted to see more. As soon as I walked in I was surprised by a half-eaten pizza on her nightstand and a bunch of empty food containers all over. I had no idea she also ate in her room. On her night table, a picture of her with her mum was framed. She was around 130 pounds when that picture was taken. Wearing a tight white tank top and low rise waisted jeans, she looked beautiful. I was happy to compare just how much she has changed in less than a year, more than double her size now.
I opened her closet. I wanted to know what size was she wearing now. In her closet a couple of bags full of sugary food were on the closet floor, ready for her to binge on. Size 20 pants and XXL shirts.
As I was about to leave her apartment I heard the door. I quickly tried to hide behind her bed. She walked in, taking off her clothes. " Ugg I can't believe how uncomfortable these pants have gotten!" She said angrily throwing the pants to the floor. I could see her reflection in the mirror. She had taken off her shirt too, and I could admire her big body from every angle. She had marks on her body from her clothes being too tight on her. Her belly also had white stretch marks and red ones on the sides.
She started getting clothes out of her closet. " I think this would fit," she said trying to put on a pair of pants that could hardly go past her knee. " Ugg" she took them off and threw them on the floor. Then the same process again. Shirt after shirt, pants after pants, and none fitted her at all. " How is this possible? This fitted last week!" She talked to herself as I just admired just how big she had gotten and how her body shaken as she moved around the room. She looked in the mirror, only wearing her underwear, and stared at her body from head to toes. She then grabbed her belly and shook it " How is this even me?" She said still touching her belly. She then took the scale out the closet and played it on the floor in front of the mirror, she took a deep breath and stepped on the scale. She tried to look over her belly, finally squishing it in and trying to move it to the side in order to see the number on the scale. "Holy shit..." she said. Then started taking clothes out again and trying to squish herself into a baggy dress, finally managing to actually cover it. " I guess this is the only thing that can cover my 300-pound body..." 300 pounds, I started thinking about that number. She has reached 300 pounds already. My job was done, I had compleated my plan and reached my goal. She was now undeniably obese.