America's Next Biggest Model Wg Story

Chapter 1

This story contains themes of weight gain.
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"Welcome to the show ladies!" The gentleman in the suit greeted us as we entered the set.

The show was called "America's Next Biggest Model" and since we were a bunch of struggling models the name immediately caught each of our attention. None of us had ever watched it, but we were all excited about where it could take us. I for one was excited to finally move out from my roommate's apartment. It was just so cramped, which was made worse because she was such a fattie.

Luckily, we were told that while the show was being shot we got to live on set in a special apartment paid for by the producers.

The three of us lined up for the host to inspect us and ask us a few questions about ourselves. Then, we were led on stage to start the show.

"The game show is pretty simple. You answer questions and if you get them wrong you receive a punishment."

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"Introducing Emma! Standing at 5'4, the blonde is a skinny 120 lbs." With my introduction, I strutted on stage.

"Next, we have Rachel, a feisty 5'2 brunette coming in at 110 lbs."

"Last but certainly not least, we have Julia, a perfect 5'0 Latina coming in at 125 lbs."

The competition looked tough, but I wasn't about to lose to a bunch of bimbos. Rachel was skinny thing, but I knew I was prettier. And Julia was curvy in just the right places, but she didn't look smart enough to answer the questions.

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"Your first question is-what's the capital of France?"

"Miami!" Julia blurted out. She was clearly just there to be a pretty face, which she was certainly doing a good job at.

"Oh. Unfortunately that's incorrect Julia. Now for your punishment. You will have to gain 30 lbs."

"Huh?!?" Julia managed to blurt out before a tube extended down from the ceiling right into Julia's mouth. And before she could pull the contraption away, a viscous liquid began flowing.

"What's going on?" Emma asked as the mystery liquid flowed into Julia's petite frame. As more liquid flowed into her gaping maw, her once flat stomach that she was so proud of began to swell up. But it clearly wasn't just bloating, as small love handles appeared where there had once been a trim waist, honed from years at the gym.

By the time Julia was released, she had become a bit frumpy. She had gone from a slim thick 125 lbs to a chunky 150, and Emma and I couldn't help but snicker at her predicament. She looked utterly devastated at the way her once toned posterior was now squeezed by her panties, showing panty lines which weren't visible before.

Julia was clearly frustrated, but she knew she couldn't leave due to the contract she had signed to be on the show.

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After the first question, we were led back to our apartment, and the crew explained the rest of the rules to us. The last one of us to reach 300 lbs would win $100,000. We were also told that the contracts we had signed wouldn't allow us to leave.

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After the rules were explained to us, we were all scared of eating a single thing in the apartment. But none of us thought we would ever gain that much weight. It seemed impossible.

Nevertheless, we all avoided the fridge for as long as possible. Until finally our hunger got the better of us.

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"What is that you're eating?" I asked Emma.

"None of your business Rachel."

"It looks like a slice of cake to me."

"F*** you. That's all they have in this damn house."

She was right. When I opened the fridge, the only thing to eat was deserts and fattening food. There were burgers and fries and ice cream, but not a single vegetable. For fit girls like us, all of this food was foreign.

But I must admit that it tasted good...



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