Big Sis

Chapter 1

Like most young girls, growing up, I idolized my older sister Kelly. Whatever "big sis" was doing, I wanted to do it too; whatever "big sis" had, I wanted it too. I always wanted to be just like her. I'd follow her around the neighborhood, desperately trying to look cool in front of all of her cool, older friends. I would try to dress like her, talk like her, act like her in every way that I could.

As you can probably imagine, this annoyed Kelly to no end. "Amanda," she'd say, "quit following me around like you're a lost little puppy-dog." I didn't listen though. I just kept tagging along like my life depended on it.

I even tried to eat like her. Whatever she was eating or snacking on, I had to get some too. Anytime she went for a second or third helping of something at dinner, I would have to have another serving as well, no matter how full my tummy was. If Kelly was eating a bag of chips or a big bowl of popcorn in front of the TV, I would relentlessly beg our mother to let me have one too, and I would keep on eating for just as long as big sis was eating.

Things started to change a bit when Kelly and I became teenagers. My big sister was getting bigger by the day, as she had started putting on a lot of weight suddenly. I was absolutely mesmerized; I couldn't believe how fat she was getting-and of course, that meant that I wanted to get fat too.

"I want to be fat like you," I said to her one evening when the two of us were lounging around on the sofa, mindlessly stuffing our faces with snacks while we watched some inane nonsense on the television.

"Why?" Kelly droned back, her eyes heavy and her cheeks puffed out, covered in crumbs and chocolate frosting.

"I don't know," I answered, "I just think it's cool, and I want to be big and fat just like you."

"Whatever," Kelly snarked back, full of teenage attitude and angst. I am sure she wasn't thrilled about her kid sister referring to her as "big and fat," but I was being completely honest with her. I admired and looked up to her so much that I wanted to be just like her in every way possible-and that included taking on her voracious eating habits and aspiring to emulate her expanding body.

Our parents had gotten divorced, and we were now spending lots of unstructured time at home alone while our mother was out working. Having to fend for ourselves, the two of us usually just ended up sitting on our fat asses in front of the TV, wolfing down endless amounts of junk food before mom would come home and serve us dinner.


Meal times became like battles, with the two of us seeing who could pack away the most food before it was all gone. My poor mother, she could barely keep up with us, cooking like a slave as my sister and I rushed to scarf down everything in sight. What had started as reverent admiration and emulation of my older sister was beginning to morph into a fierce competition.

On weekends, I would tag along with her to the mall, the two of us ravaging our way through the food court. We'd spend our entire allowance in just a few wicked hours of indulgence, the both of us leaving with cartoonishly distended bellies.

When our dad would come and get us for our weekend visits with him, he'd often take us to all-you-can-eat buffets for lunch or dinner-sometimes both. Of course, my sister and I would go absolutely house on the buffet, gorging ourselves on plate after plate of anything and everything we could get our hands on.

I can remember this one time at the buffet, I was so stuffed that I felt like I was absolutely going to bust, while my sister was still sucking down platefuls of food like it was oxygen.

"How do you do it, Kelly?" I asked her.

"Do what?" She answered back through a mouth full of mush.

"How do you keep on eating?" I said. "I wish I could keep going, but I'm just so full!"

"It's easy," she told me. "You just have to pause every once in a while and take some really deep breaths."

"Deep breaths?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said matter-of-factly, all the while still cramming forkfuls of food in her fat face. "It fills your belly up with air and it makes more room, so you can keep eating."

I really wasn't sure, even at such a young age, just how scientific any of this was, but my curiosity had been piqued. "Can you show me how?" I asked her.

"Sure," she said, and she finally put down her fork for a moment. "You just gotta open your mouth real wide, so you can take in as much air as possible."

Kelly put both hands on top of her plump tummy and let her mouth fall wide open, her big fat tongue dangling down over her lower lip. She then took in a series of long and deep breaths, holding it in a bit before exhaling. I remember thinking she kind of looked like a fat Saint Bernard or something, the way she was panting and huffing with her tongue sticking out. Little bits of spittle flew through the air as she took in more and more oxygen, her abdomen expanding outward a bit more with each breath.


"Wow, I can see your belly getting bigger," I said, my eyes wide with amazement.

"You see?" Kelly said with a self-satisfied grin. "I makes you just a little bit gassy, but-hiccup!-it totally works. Now you try it."


Leaning back in my seat, I let my gut fall forward, putting both hands on top of it as if I were an expectant mother. Then I opened my mouth up as wide as I could, letting my tongue fall out. A big gob of drool drizzled down from the tip of my tongue, splattering down onto my t-shirt. I inhaled deeply, and I could feel the air filling me up inside, pushing my abdomen out further. It was like I was making myself into a human-sized balloon, inflating myself with air and making more room inside of my already overstuffed stomach.


"Hey, I think it's working!" I said excitedly before letting out a small burp. "I think I'm ready to eat again."


"Well, come on then-let's go!" My sister slid her large rump out of the booth and made her way back to the buffet line, and of course, I followed right behind her.


This was a rare moment of tenderness between my sister and, where I really felt like we were bonding over our love for gluttony. It was really nice of my sister to teach me that little trick of hers, but now that I knew it, there was no stopping me. I was on a mission, a mission to out-eat and out-weigh my big sis-and the competition was about to get heated.