Chapter 1

Part 1: Goals

Gigi was a gold digger. She didn’t feel bad about it. She’d grown up rich. Not with generational wealth, but wealthy enough to know she wanted the finer things in life. School and hard work weren’t her cup of tea. Fortunately, her Brazilian-Puerto Rican heritage had blessed her with great genetics. She was 5’3 with a beautiful face, smooth olive skin, and long brunette hair. Her petite, 125 lb frame was slender, but curved in all the right places. Gigi wasn’t the brightest, but she saw a path to the life she wanted, and it didn’t involve hard work or paying her dues.

Her mornings followed the same ritual: a light breakfast of fruit and water, a half-hearted session at the gym, and then hours in front of the mirror, perfecting her appearance. It was a life of constant maintenance. More than a little narcissistic, Gigi loved her time in front of the mirror. She did not care for the gym or health food; but, beauty has a cost—they were necessary evils.

Gigi knew to marry rich, she needed to meet a rich man. She had a plan. She used her parents’ to pull a few stings. She landed invitations to the B&W Ball and the MGM Gala, Austin’s most exclusive events.

Once inside, she was in her element. Effortlessly charismatic and poised, her charm captivated men. Coy and calculated, she led her marks on but never gave it up. Her unattainability heightened her alure. Before 19, she’d become one of the most desired women among the city’s elite.

Part 2: The Perfect Catch

John, a 35-year-old tech billionaire, was tall, dark, and handsome. He carried himself with the effortless confidence of true power and intelligence. He wasn’t arrogant. He didn’t need to advertise his success—it just radiated off him.

Gigi and John met at a private party during SXSW. Gigi, now 24, immediately knew she wanted him.

Dating was a whirlwind of luxury. Yachting in the Mediterranean, wine tasting in the Loire, shopping for Cartier watches, exclusive parties, Michelin stars… life with John was more extravagant than she’d ever imagined. Gigi fell head over heels.

John, a decisive guy, always knew what he wanted. He liked what he saw in Gigi and proposed quickly.

The wedding was everything she’d dreamed of. John rented an exclusive resort on St. Barths beautiful Saint-Jean Bay. Gigi hired, the most expensive celebrity wedding planner money could buy. The wedding was perfect, extravagant, refined, and sophisticated. They were married at sunset in front of celebrities, tech moguls, and politicians. All eyes on her, Gigi walked down the aisle, her dress hugging every curve of her flawless figure. They partied late into the night. The crowd got a final look at her perfect body as the newly weds got into a Rolls and drove off.

In the first few weeks of marriage, Gigi continued her fitness routine; less enthusiastically, but she went through the motions. As as months slipped past, she started to relax. She was the trophy wife she’d dreamed of being. She had done it. She had won. The pressure to keep her perfect figure faded. She relaxed a little, ate a cheeseburger, missed a workout.

By her first anniversary, she’d put on 15 lbs. Still slender and beautiful, her body was developing a softness to it. Her thighs filled out just a little. Her perfect ass, grew a bit rounder. Her boobs were fuller. The tone in her stomach gone. Her form fitting designer dresses weren’t as easy to slip into now, but the extra weight didn’t concern her. She was beautiful. John was hers. Life was good. She could indulge a little.

Part 3: America's Housewife

In the first year of her marriage, Gigi had settled comfortably into her role as Jonn’s Mrs. In her second year, she became America’s most envied housewife.

With John’s Black Card, she threw extravagant parties, hosted luxurious brunches, and rented out the finest restaurants. She invited the most beautiful influencers who’s broadcasts to social media made Gigi Parties famous. But her events were as exclusive as they were ostentatious. Everyone who was anyone wanted an invitation. Only the most beautiful and the most powerful could get one. Even then, only sometimes.

Gigi’s luxury filled life strained her self control. She couldn’t resist indulging in the excess that surrounded her. Daily access to the best food made it easy over eat. Light lunches gave way to boozy brunch. Regular gym sessions were supplanted by easy walks.

As months passed, the effects of her decadence became more apparent. Her once slender body thickened, the weight settling in her thighs, butt and breasts.

By 26, her petite frame had transformed. Standing in front of the mirror, she couldn’t ignore the changes: her once slender thighs were now soft and full, her stomach had a slight curve to it, her hips had grown wide, and her boobs were large. Her designer dresses fit a bit too snuggly, even the new ones. She looked different now—her petite frame replaced by a softer, lush, sultry body. There was no denying that she had gained a good amount of weight. She guessed she weighed 180. She hoped it wasn’t more.

Her followers reassured her, calling her beautiful, and her friends complimented her figure. John stayed silent but didn’t seem to mind. Yet a flicker of doubt crept in—she’d been so proud of her figure. She still was, but what if she kept gaining weight? Could she be losing control? What if she was getting fat? Would her fans still love her? Could this life continue? Would she lose John? She promised herself she would go back to the gym, maybe cut back on the indulgent meals.

As the weeks passed, Gigi worried less and less. The life she was living now—the endless parties, the attention from her friends, the way John adored her—was everything she had ever wanted. A few extra pounds, was a small price to pay. For now.