Chapter 3 - breaking out and starting over

So my plan was simple; become my sister. I started studying her on tv (she popped up a lot). I copied her movements, her voice, her mannerisms. Everything had to be perfect. I started working out in my room for hours on end, carefully shaping my body to match her proportions. It was hard work, but each day yielded more results. My skinny arms filled out, gaining new definition. The doughiness of my thighs was replaced with lean muscle, my butt perking up more with every squat. My slight love handles and belly pudge diminished as I went from performing one sit-up at a time to fifty.

I also started hooking up with one of the staff members, a nice guy named Tony. I filled him in on my plan and he was more than willing to help. He was able to get me some things from the outside that were essential for my transformation. Shampoo, conditioner, shaving kit, teeth whitening strips; lots of other beautifying products. After over a year of prepping, I was nearly identical to Chloe. Sure, I was still a pale-skinned brunette, but that could be fixed when I broke out with hair dye and bronzer. I practiced doing interviews as her with Tony everyday. I knew her better than I knew myself. I knew she went to UCLA before dropping out to become a full-time model, that she was currently dating Teen Choice Award winning actor Thad Castle, that she had a weakness for chocolate and peanut butter, that her dog Brooklyn died during a failed face lift procedure. All types of stupid little details. She was an extremely boring and shallow person. I doubt anyone would really miss her.

The breakout was pretty simple actually. Tony snuck me out the visitation door after giving me some civilian clothes. No one suspected a thing. A pretty girl like me couldn't possibly be crazy. I enjoy my first taste of freedom, smelling spring flowers in the air. Feeling the cool breeze through my long, bouncy hair. Today was the start of the rest of my life and it was incredible.

I got into Tony's car and we drove to his grandmother's apartment in New Jersey. Since it wouldn't take long for the staff to notice that we were missing, she offered to let us stay with her until the heat died down. She was a really sweet lady who loved spoiling me and her grandson. She was happy he finally brought home a good Italian girl, or any girl at all really. And as an old Italian grandma, her love came through food.

She was constantly making big, heavy meals that I felt obliged to eat. Didn't want to seem ungrateful after all. All that food added up unfortunately, setting back my plans a bit. My a** started ballooning, seemingly growing with every sauce-covered, cheese-filled swallow. My hips were filling out the seats at the table more and more. I hadn't had real food in a long time, so I was enjoying and indulging more than I probably should have. Within the first year that I spent there, I gained over forty pounds, completely robbing me of the perfect figure I'd worked to develop. My belly was round and protruding, looking like I was in a state of perpetual pregnancy. My thighs started rubbing together. My arms jiggled, like every other part of me and face grew rounder, leaving me with a second chin which was usually covered in cream or spaghetti sauce. I personally loved living with Tony and his grandmother. For the first time in so long, I felt at peace. I felt loved. But after seeing my sister on tv again, I knew I had to finish my mission.

As I was worked hard to shed my newfound blubber, I thought about how my sister would fare if she'd put on forty pounds. Knowing how vain and superficial she was, I knew the idea of getting fat would be torture for her. And that's when the lightbulb went off.

My original plan had just been to murder her, but the idea of making her fat was fantastically intriguing. I could kidnap her and fatten her up. Fatten her up so much that she was unrecognizable. 100 lbs. No 200. 300? The possibilities were endless. Not only would she become my own personal blimp, but I would be able to truly punish her. Torture her the way I'd been tortured all those years. Make her suffer the mental anguish I went through, while being completely helpless to stop it. Then she could see me living her life while she was too fat to even move.

I told Tony about the idea and he loved it. He had come to hate Chloe as much as he loved me. He would've supported any plan I had, but he was really excited about this one. Tony had been a big part of me getting so fat. Not only was he a total enabler, but he was also a big fan of my growing curves. Every time he'd see my belly roll out under my shirt or see me undo my buttons to deal with the swelling, he instantly wanted to take me to the bedroom. Our love life seemed to get better with every pound I gained. He'd rub my belly after a big meal, feed me dessert when I was too full to do it myself, help me squeeze into or slide out of clothes that had become to small for me; all of which was a huge turn-on for yours truly. His nurturing nature made him my perfect other half.

So after losing all the weight, I was back in business. I finally dyed my hair the right shade of blonde, waxed off all unwanted hair, and even cut myself to give my face the same scar my sister had. Looking in the mirror, it was impossible to tell the difference. After using some of Tony's saved up money, we booked a first-class flight to Los Angeles. I had to sign a lot of autographs, but I didn't mind. It was just a reminder of how successful my transformation was. We boarded with no problem, landed with no problem, made it to her house in Beverly Hills no problem. Breaking in wasn't that hard. We ran into the maid on her way out and she didn't bat an eye. She even unlocked the door so we didn't have to pick it.

We found her sleeping in her bedroom. It was so weird, seeing how much she looked like me. But we couldn't hesitate. Tony took the rope out of the bag and started tying her wrists and ankles to the bed frame. After finding her purse (so many purses), I grabbed her credit card while Tony looked for nearby takeout restaurants. I also grabbed her phone and posted, "STAY-CATION BITCHES!!! SEE YA NEXT MONTH", with a dozen emojis on all her social media. That would give me plenty of time to get the ball rolling.

Let the games begin.