Chapter 5 - discoveries

Ilsa woke a few hours later. Her stomach was back to normal and she was starving. She ventured out to find Mark but he was nowhere to be found. She checked her phone and saw a message from him.

"Had to step out, I'll be back by 8. Make yourself at home, mi casa es su casa. If you do leave, the door will autolock."

It was 2 in the afternoon. While she felt uncomfortable being in someone's home without them, she was even less comfortable leaving without proper clothes. She couldn't find her dress so she decided to stay. Her stomach growled impatiently for attention. The kitchen and table had been cleaned. She searched the fridge for some type of snack. Ilsa found the leftovers from breakfast and constructed a sort of sandwich from the leftovers. It wasn't as tasty but it was still good. After washing it down with a glass of orange juice and cleanint up her stomach was still not satisfied. She went to his pantry and found it pretty well stocked with healthy foods and cereal. She rummaged through them but nothing caught her eye until she moved some of the cereal and found a stash of junk food. Ramen noodles, Oreos, ding songs, candy bars, soda, and other goodies were stocked and tucked neatly in the bottom back corner.

"Found his cheat day stash!" She singsonged while laughing.

She grabbed a couple packs of noodles and put them on the counter. She went to the fridge and grabbed some eggs, green onions, and frozen veggies. She put the eggs to boil and prepared 3 bags of noodles and went back to the pantry and grabbed a can of soda and a couple ding dongs. She ate those while the noodles were cooking. She couldn't find a bowl big enough so she grabbed a mixing bowl and started throwing in soy sauce and sesame oil and added the green onions, veggies, and a whole cooked chicken breast she'd found in the fridge. She added the noodles and stock and let it sit to warm everything up. She topped it with some sesame seeds and soft boiled eggs before digging in.

It was exactly what she wanted, slurping up noodles and drinking the broth made her already half full stomach expand out further. She finished off her soda and grabbed another 2 cans. The noodles didn't last long and were gone by the time she was through her second can. She let out a loud belch and sat back. She was comfortably full but still she wasn't satisfied. After putting her dishes in the sink, Ilsa padded over to the fridge and found ice cream in the freezer. Grabbing a large glass, she made an ice cream float and drank about half before she started slowing down. She was very full but felt bad wasting his ice cream, especially since it looked like he didn't eat it often. She chugged the rest and burped again. Her stomach was tight as a drum and she could feel it pushing against the fabric of her shirt. Her breasts weren't very big, perky B cups, so her stomach passed them easily. She rubbed it from her discomfort and went to lay on the couch.

"God, I made a pig of myself." she moaned while running her hands over her distended abdomen.

That's when she remembered what she thought she'd heard. Ilsa became suspicious since something like this had never happened before and she consumed more erotic fiction about situations like this than she'd like to admit. She began searching his apartment for clues. He kept a very clean house but it felt off. Now that she'd had time to really take it in, it felt as though no one really lived here. There were a few photos and personal items but aside from that, it was like a hotel. She ventured down the hall again and realized the second bedroom seemed much smaller than the first. There was a wall full of bookcases but it looked odd in the room. She kept looking until she found the pull hidden in a large book about Dionysus.

Behind it, was a small hidden space with a desk, computer, and a small hutch. Inside it, she found a gainers dream: powders, mixes, syrups, oils, if it was shelf stable, it was there. There was a small lockbox and Ilsa had a sinking feeling. She found the key in the second drawer of the desk and opened the box. Inside were prescription bottles for appetite stimulants, arousal aids, sleeping pills, liquid nicotine and caffeine, some baggies of what looked to be more illicit substances, and a digital camera. She put it all back and looked through the desk. She discovered ledgers with calories written down, recipes for different weight gain shakes, a diary with the process and names of his next pig, and a large photo album. There was a photo album with pages full of before, during, and after photos. Women, and men, of all different backgrounds could be found in the pages. Most of the before pictures were posed, headshots or photos from gatherings or social media, the during shots appeared to be taken while they were sleeping... These shots showed bloated bellies that would get larger as the pictures progressed, the once trim subject would start to gain throughout their bodies until the pictures abruptly stopped. There would be after photos, again taken from social media or candids from afar. Some of the people managed to lose the weight, others stayed roughly the same, but the majority continued to grow. There were names and dates with all the pictures which horrified Ilsa but she couldn't put the book down. She knew people wrote about things like this but she couldn't believe it could actually happen. That was just fiction, right? Some kind of fantasy that wasn't supposed to be done to someone without their consent. She put everything back and left the secret space. Her stomach growled again, and she grew hot with anger.

While she was an FA, she didn't appreciate being forced into something against her will and definitely did not want to be turned into some pig by a guy she was no longer attracted to. It was nearly 5 PM and she knew he had to learn a lesson. She went back to the hideout and grabbed small amounts of the pills and drugs before texting that dinner was on her next time. She left everything as it was and heard back from Mark who had accepted and Ilsa ran out barefoot since she couldn't find her shoes or dress. She called an Uber and went home. Two could play this game and she wasn't about to lose.