Chapter 5 - the confrontation

I kept asking to see my sister, but she was always busy with this or that. So I just continued with my gluttonous Los Angeles adventure. Soon I had gained back all the weight I lost in Mexico, and continued gaining at a faster and faster rate.

I finally got to see my sister after four months in LA. A driver took me to her apartment. It was lovely. I saw my reflection on a window outside her building and blinked several times.

"Oh my god..." I muttered under my breath, my hand reaching down to my stomach. It felt very soft and fat. My belly now stuck out as far as my boobs. I almost didn't recognize myself.

Bella looked vaguely concerned when she saw me. I noticed her eyes lingering on my fattened stomach pushing too tightly on my dress like a pregnant woman.

"How long have you been in town? she asked.

"A few months," I said.

"Why did no one tell me?" she asked.

I was confused.

"Mr. Alvaraze didn't want to impose, just to have her here if you needed her," an assistant chimed in.

We had a nice lunch and I was careful to not eat too much.

"I would be so grateful if you could make an appointment for my sister with Jenny," Bella said to the assistant.

"Who is Jenny?" I asked.

"My personal trainer," she said. "She's great, she can show you..."

"Thanks, but I'm not the personal trainer type," I said.

"Just give yourself a chance. I know you'll like it," she said. "Will you excuse me?" She pulled the assistant aside and they began arguing in whispered voices looking back over at me from time to time.

I got nervous and re-filled my plate without realizing what I was doing.

"Slow down sister, this is why you must see the trainer!" Bella said, upon returning.

"What?" I protested. I looked down and all the food was gone. Without realizing it, I had eaten everything on the table. I accidently belched, and said, "I should go..."

She grabbed my arm as I got up. "Sister. I don't like what this place is doing to you. I insist you stay with me from now on. I can keep an eye on you."

"Don't guilt me," I said and rushed out. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

Back at the hotel her words echoed in my ears. She treated me like a child who couldn't control herself. I only ate because I wanted to; because it was my one true source of joy in this world. Was that so bad? I wasn't some maniac. I could stop eating anytime I wanted to, and I'd prove it.

The next day I did just that. I woke up and ate a light breakfast of fruit. I skipped lunch. Then I skipped dinner. By 9 pm my stomach was making strange noises, gurgling so loud I could barely hear my television. I could only understand some of the English to begin with, and my stomach was making it even harder.

I looked over at the room service menu and my heart raced. "No!" I told myself.

But I started to feel so hungry it seemed like I was suffocating. The menu was almost singing me a sweet song across the room, "Sophia... Sophia... Just one quick call and you can fill your belly with whatever you want."

My heart started racing faster.

"*** Bella!" I screamed and grabbed the menu. I spoke orders into the phone so quickly that I wasn't even sure what I had ordered.

I sat on the edge of the bed and fidgeted, waiting in agony for the food to come. I used to go hungry all the time, and it was never this hard before. Now that my belly knew what it was to be satisfied, could I ever go back? The hunger pangs felt like pain radiating out my stomach.

When the food arrived I was shocked. Three room service men wheeled in cart after cart of food. How much had I ordered?

On the way out, one of the men said, "just so you know, if you're having a party for more then ten people, you should let the front desk know."

I nodded my head. I shut and locked the door and looked out over the spread before me. There was Lobster Bucatini, risotto, rack of lamb, steak, mashed potatoes, tuna tartare, gnocchi, truffle pizza, ravioli, chocolate brownies, ice cream, praline, and too much more to list. I could hear angelic music in my head.

"I'll just have a little," I muttered under my breath.

But after the first bite, I lost all control. I shoveled food into my mouth with my bear hands.

I ate, and I ate. Then I ate some more. I ate until a calm came over me again and my belly settled into the tightly distended, over-gorged state it had become accustomed to. I slowed down and kept munching on food until I felt faint nausea. I was so full I drifted off for a few hours. I startled awake at 5:30 AM and realized I hadn't even been able to eat half of my order. It would go bad if I just let it all sit out like that.

There was no way, however, that I could eat more after that epic binge earlier. My belly started gurgling bit, and hunger percolated upwards.

"Jesus, belly," I muttered. "You are insatiable."

I put on a movie in Spanish and started to munch. When the movie was over I looked down and realized I had eaten everything! It was all gone.

A sudden wave of fullness hit me. I had to steady myself so as not to throw up. I went into the bathroom, so full I could barely walk.

What I saw in the mirror took me aback. My belly jutted out from my bath-robe, pushing aside its two halves and peaking through. I took it off and played with my naked form. I gathered my soft fat into my hands and felt it quiver and shake as I let it go and it flopped back downwards. My boobs pushed up and forwards with new mass. My hips curved outwards, soft and engorged. My ass was legitimately fat. I slowly pretended to dance, trying not to make myself sick, and my ass swayed and undulated like a pendulum. But my belly took the cake (pardon the pun). It was soft and huge and finally reached out further my boobs.

I wondered how much I weighed. I had no scale at the hotel, but I must have gained at least 40 pounds since I had been in LA. That would mean I was at least 218. The sight of my fatter body drove me wild with sexual pleasure. I touched myself over and over while rubbing my stuffed belly until I fell back asleep.

I woke up again at 1:00 pm, feeling hungry. I couldn't believe my appetite. Was trying to fast for one day enough to make me this hungry?

I briefly considered trying to wait until dinner, but realized two things that forever altered the course of my life:

First, I loved getting fat. Loved it. It made me happier than anything or anyone ever had. The fatter I got, the more like 'myself' I felt. It was like I was seeding myself with rolls that would spill out and grow with fat until I became my true self. Nature had made only some of me, and it was up to me to eat enough to grow the rest.

Second, and a bit more troubling, even if things were different and I wasn't in love with getting fat, it wouldn't have mattered. It was too late. I couldn't stop if I wanted to.

I ordered more room service, scarfed it down and ordered more. I kept eating late into the night until I drifted off. This turned into an endless cycle of constant eating until nodding off, waking up, and repeating. The cycle lasted two weeks until I realized I looked noticeably fatter than before I started my two-week binge. I really needed to see how much I weighed.

I didn't have any clothes that fit so I had to squeeze myself into a cotton stretch dress that I bought several sizes too big when I got to LA. I called a driver and had him take me to the mall to buy a scale. I had to walk slowly because I was afraid the dress would rip.

I bought a scale and some new clothes. LA isn't exactly a thin town, so I could only find one store that carried plus sizes. I bought some clothes a few sizes too big so I had room to grow into them. I finally admitted to myself that it was only a matter of when, not if, this would happen.

I recognized Mr. Alvarez's pretty blonde wife and tried to say, "Hi." Her eyes went instantly to my fattened stomach pressing tightly against my outgrown dress. She didn't say word, looked angry and stormed off. I was confused.

On the way back to the car I saw a doughnut store. Man, had I worked up an appetite! I ordered a dozen doughnuts to take back with me, but couldn't resist sitting down to have a few. Before I knew it, the doughnuts were all gone and I was quite full. I tried to sit up and felt everything move in slow motion. I heard a "ripppp" and felt my belly release itself through a tear in the front of my dress. Why hadn't I changed into my new clothes?!

A few people saw it happen and tried not to stare. I considered changing in the bathroom, but was so mortified that I held my shopping bags up to cover the rip and jogged to the car. I got winded easier than I expected.

Back at the hotel I peeled off my ripped dress and hesitantly stepped on the scale.

The number creaked up to 248 pounds. I had gained 70 pounds in just under five months!

The thought of who I had become struck me. I was packing on weight faster and faster. My belly was growing so fast it was bursting through my clothes in public places and making strangers stare at me. God, how hot! I relived my clothes bursting in my memory, focusing on the embarrassment in the stranger's faces, and pleasured myself.

I started to wonder just how fat I would get at this rate. I ordered room service and started to stuff myself, when I heard a knock at the door.

It was my sister. She looked at the food all over my face, and my fatter body and hung her head in exasperation.

"I forced them to tell me where you were. Why they brought you here just to eat more than I pig, I'll never know. But it's time to leave."

"What?" I asked. Reality came crashing down.

"We. Have. To. Leave. The movie is done shooting. Let's leave this hell and get you back to Mexico."