Chapter 1

Anna was just 18 when she moved into the apartment with Lisa and Mia—athletic, disciplined, full of energy. A dedicated gymnast, she was proud of her toned legs, flat stomach, and the control she had over her body and her life. But she had no idea what kind of lair of temptation she had walked into.

From the very first days, something felt off. Lisa and Mia were always cooking—greasy, rich meals that smelled far too good to resist. There was always something on the table: warm cinnamon rolls with vanilla sauce, baked casseroles drowning in three types of cheese, cakes layered with whipped cream and caramel. At first, Anna stayed strong. She refused politely, stuck to small portions, and kept up her workout routine.

But day after day, her discipline was chipped away by the ever-present indulgence. Mia brought her pancakes to bed in the morning. Lisa handed her mugs of hot chocolate piled high with whipped cream and marshmallows in the evenings. At first, Anna laughed and said, “I can’t eat like this all the time.” But her laughter grew weaker by the day. The portions got larger. The gaps between meals got shorter.

After just two weeks, Anna had gained 3 kilos. Her leggings were tight. Her sports bras cut into her skin. Lisa only grinned. “Suits you. You were way too skinny anyway.”

Month by month, Anna changed—not just physically, but mentally. Her toned abs gave way to a soft little belly that began to spill out from under her shirts. Her thighs, once sleek and defined, now pressed together with the softness of flesh. She still blushed at her growing figure at times. But that feeling of lying back on the couch, belly full and heavy, while Mia popped chocolate into her mouth—it was becoming addictive.

By the end of the third month, Anna weighed 70 kilos. Her workouts had stopped entirely. She spent her days lounging, snacking endlessly. Lisa praised her constantly. “You’re so cute when you’re stuffed.” And Anna started to crave that praise more than she craved thinness.