The footage of Paris Hilton’s back and forth jail term, the media’s overabundant hype and reaction, and everything else connected to it played in front of the black cloak clad individual. The figure raised a hand and waved off the images emerging from a crystal ball-like object. Then the figure turned and said in a very strong, but very feminine voice, “This has gotten out of hand. It is time we get involved once again in human affairs; let our presence and judgment be known, she must be made an example of.”
Opposite her was another cloaked figure who responded, “If we do we would have to do many others. What of the dead arriving every moment, we must judge them as well.”
“This Paris Hilton’s life has reached such an imbalance that can not be ignored. If we let her continue without correcting it, what could we truly do once she arrives before our seat of judgment? What could her sentence be that would truly be a punishment?”
The male figure seemed to glide over to the crystal-like ball and waved his hand at it to reveal images of Nicky Hilton, Kathy Hilton, and other connected to Paris. “What of the sister, mother, friends, and associates?”
“While the mother’s karma is against her, what we do to the daughter will more than make up for. As for the sister, in public she tries to appear different and in private she is wholly different. However, if she were to start acting just like this Paris then she would deserve the same fate.”
“Then I suppose you have a judgment then?”
“Yes. Image is now everything. And for women, this is the ideal,” an image of the slender Paris appeared, “Paris’ judgment would be the extreme opposite of that ideal. She will grow fat by her own indulgence and the desires of her mind until she is on the verge of moving no more.”
“Her indulgence and the desires of her mind to the verge of moving no more? How can that even be accomplished?”
“Whatever morsel of food she eats, it would be like she ate a second, while everything she desires to eat will appear on her body the moment she desires it. Thus she’ll soon balance out her karma, but still be barely able to move and show the world the result of her astronomically imbalanced karma.”
The male figure looked at her. “Very well, do what you want of her.”
Paris Hilton was home browsing through a magazine as Tinkerbelle yapped at the foot of her chair. The blond haired celebulite seemed bored and looked at the clock on her cell phone. She then hit speed dial and waited for an answer. “What is it Paris?” the voice of her sister Nicky said on the other end of the call.
“Where are you? I’m getting bored!” the older Hilton whined.
“Your driveway.”
Paris jumped to her feet then looked out the window to her small driveway to see her sister’s SUV waiting. “Give me ten, I have to get ready.”
“Wha” was all that came out of the phone before Paris turned it off and went to her bathroom, with Tinkerbelle at her feet. She stepped on her scale to see 110-pounds making her smile.
As she put on her make-up and dressed herself, Paris and everything around her suddenly stopped. Then fading into the room came the cloaked female who seemed to glide on the floor towards Paris. Once in front of the celebulite, the woman then spoke, “Paris Hilton until you are on verge of immobility, everything you consume will be as you have eaten double and everything you desire to eat will immediately manifest itself upon your body. And until the end of your days you will never be slimmer than when you are on the verge of immobility. So shall it be.” The female then faded out and everything returned to life with Paris none the wiser.
Almost twenty minutes later, Paris emerged from her home and went down the multi-tiered stone steps to her sister’s waiting SUV. Nicky didn’t say a word as she backed out and then drove down the street with several cars following closely. The sisters first headed for shops and after a few hours Nicky got hungry. After purchasing their selections in the store they were in, the duo navigated their way to Nicky’s SUV through the paparazzi on the sidewalk. Once inside the sisters discussed where to eat with Paris winning by suggesting some place with a drive-thru. Though when asked where exactly, the older sister said, “Where ever you want.”
Nicky shrugged then drove into traffic followed quickly by the paparazzi, ten minutes they arrived at Sonic. The paparazzi had to stay on the other side of the street and traffic made it hard to take pictures. Inside the SUV, two sisters looked at the menu outside their windows though mostly out of Nicky’s side. While the younger Hilton quickly made her choice, Paris went slowly down the menu. She imagined how each item would taste and wished she could have each item, but had to keep her figure. Unbeknownst to Paris with every desire to indulge, no matter how little, the item materialized on her body instantly. Not until she had gone through every item on the two menus that she told her sister what she wanted.
Ten minutes after ordering their food arrived and it was surprised the younger Hilton that she got the least amount of food. Nicky’s one chicken sandwich, small fry, and small ice cream treat was dwarfed by Paris’ two thick burgers, large fry, and large ice cream treat. It was no wonder that after Nicky had finished she drove to the next store while the older Hilton was still eating. However while Paris savored her meal she didn’t realize that she was consuming the equivalent of four burgers, two large fries, and two ice cream treats that found their way right onto her figure.
During the afternoon as the sisters continued making rounds through stores, whenever Paris tried on clothes she found her usual size was just slightly tight. But neither Paris nor her sister thought anything of it, Paris only commented that she must have been retaining water or something. However it was an annoyance and after a few hours of enduring the constant distain of having a tight fit on anything she tried on, Paris had had enough. Nicky drove Paris back home and after waving good-bye to her sister, Paris walked up the steps to her well photographed home.
Once she was inside, Paris decided to just lounge around, mostly in front of her TV. She channel surfed most of the night, and while she got hungry she decided not to eat anything. But that didn’t stop her from imagining how the food she saw on commercials would taste, though with each desirous thought the item went right onto her body. Eventually Paris grew sleepy and decided it was time for bed, but now she was feeling bloated and didn’t know why. However she shook it off and fell into bed.
The next morning, Paris sluggishly got out of bed and made her way the short distance to her bathroom. Showering first, Paris got out of her groggy state, washed up, and emerged dripping wet. She dried off and walked over to her scale, stepping on it she waited the few seconds the digital readout took to come up before looking down to see 124-pounds. “14-pounds? No fucking way! I couldn’t have gained that in one day. It has to be water or this thing is broken!”
After getting dress Paris started walking around her home looking annoyed. But on the spur of the moment she decided just in case that she was only going to eat a serving of one item for each meal that day. After having cereal without the milk, she lounged around her home until her mother arrived for their planned outing. While she waited, Paris just watched E! and with every food commercial shown, she imagined the taste and unknowingly adding it to her frame.
Then Kathy Hilton arrived, Paris scrabbled to get dressed like the day before and discovered that her stomach seemed to have a slight bulge to it. Knowing that ‘baby bump’ rumors would run rampant if she was seen with the slightly curved stomach, she grabbed a baggy T-shirt that almost covered her short shorts as well.
Kathy smiled as Paris got into the car and said, “How’s my star doing today?”
“A little bloated.”
“I wondered why were you weren’t showing off more.”
Once they were on the road, the conversation moved away from Paris to her younger sister as Kathy asked, “Did your sister say anything about him?”
“No. She didn’t bring him up and he didn’t call or anything.”
In a displeasing tone her mother said, “I still don’t know how they got together. Don’t get me wrong, his financial status since the marriage is a big plus, but I don’t want him to be the father of her children. I don’t know why she broke up with that wonderful Todd Meister. She seemed to settle on the one I can’t stand.”
“I think the feeling is mutual on his part towards us. Of course, you didn’t help matters by calling him a gold digger the minute you met,” Paris responded.
“But now he’s worth a billion plus dollars and he’s never mentioned our name.”
They looked at one another, but continued on in silence until arriving at a beach. “Okay, my wonder star it’s time to get noticed without the courtroom drama.”
“Yep,” Paris answered.
Once they got out of the car the two Hiltons did their respective things to get noticed by the paparazzi. It was time consuming and Paris was easily distracted by the food items she saw other people enjoying while they relaxed at the beach. Every sight of food made her mouth as she imagined indulging on the food item. And with every wishful moment Paris was adding each food item to her body, manifesting itself instantly as fat.
After almost the entire day at the beach, Paris arrived home feeling extremely bloated as her short shorts were biting into her waist and thighs. She doffed her clothes and felt her body. Her stomach seemed soft and the small bulge she had noticed earlier was still there though slightly larger. “I hope my period didn’t get messed up with all that jail crap! It would be my luck that my body is out of whack because of that first week and I have to endure this for a few months.” Annoyed she grabbed some baggy shorts and t-shirt then some carrots from her refrigerator before sitting down in front of her TV and lounging the night away.
During the evening, Paris started drifting in and out of sleep before permanently doing so while watching the Food Network. While she slumbered, her mind registered some of the items discussed on each particular show and in her sleep dreamed of eating each item, sometimes more than once. Like each conscious desire, her unconscious desires started manifesting themselves on her torso. Soon her baggy clothes were becoming more form fitting, until she woke up.
Paris groggily got to her feet from the couch as an infomercial blurred. Turning it off, she headed upstairs to her bathroom, took off her clothes, and got into the shower. After getting woken up by another shower to start the day, she started to wash only to feel a noticeable difference of her body’s texture. Her stomach was softer as were her hips and thighs. Finishing she got out of her show and wiped the condensation off the bathroom mirror and gasped at what she saw.
Paris’ reflection was not rail thin like she was known for, but like a normal person’s body. Her face was fuller, some thickness to her cheeks, and rounding along the softened jaw line. Feeling her breasts, now that she had more substantial ones, Paris discovered heft and fullness. However her stomach and waist weren’t as welcoming as a belly seemed to be forming and her waist seemed to be wider. When she examined her backside, she saw that her butt was a little bigger but then again her eyes could have been playing tricks on her after seeing her stomach while her hips were definitely wider and thighs thicker. She then walked over to her scale and stepped on it then watched as 144-pounds blinked up.
“Twenty pounds? No fucking way! This scale has to be broken; no one can gain that much in one day. I might look like an average person, but no way can this be fat! This scale is busted.”
After drying off, Paris stormed into her closet and grabbed some baggy clothes, which had now become shape revealing. She grabbed her cell phone and called her mother. The 26-year old celebulite talked excitedly and almost incoherently, so much so that her mother finally said, “Paris, I’m coming over okay. Don’t panic.”
After hanging up, Paris wasn’t in the mood to eat and just made her way to the couch where she channel surfed until her mother arrived. Getting up as Kathy entered the house, the expression on her mother’s face was what Paris feared. Kathy literally freaked out, grabbed Paris’ hand before putting a ball cap on her head and shades on her face. The nearly 50-year old woman then said, “We’re going to a very private doctor to get you tested. Don’t worry star, I’m going to make sure we get to the bottom of this.”
They were on the road five minutes later. Silence filled the SUV as they traveled, expect for Paris’ stomach. It grumbled for food, but Paris didn’t want to eat anything and she knew her mother wasn’t going to let her eat until she had seen a doctor. But as they passed billboards with food advertised on them, Paris imagined how they would taste and slowly gained a few more pounds.
Arriving at the doctor’s office, Paris was examined for everything the doctor could think of and tested. Afterwards, the doctor sent her home with instructions to eat small servings, exercise, and to get a lot of sleep. Kathy nodded then quickly escorted Paris out of the building in a fashion so no one would see them. All along the way home, Paris imaged eating the food advertised on the billboards.
The rest of the day, Paris physically ate what amounted to half a “healthy” meal. Kathy had taken the doctor’s words literally and had put Paris on such a severe diet that her daughter’s stomach was groaning. Kathy made Paris bundle up in sweats then started her on a punishing exercise routine the entire rest of the day that when she finished Paris’ sweats drenched with perspiration. After taking another shower, Paris collapsed into bed just at sunset and quickly drifted off to sleep.
Once asleep however, Paris’ subconscious delirious with hunger and extremely tired sent her into a wild dream. She found herself at a party surrounded by a fellow celebrities and a ton of food. Her stomach growled and she danced her way over to the heavily laden buffet tables. Suddenly almost out of nowhere appeared next to her fellow celebulite Kim Kardashian in a very form fitting dress that hugged her backside almost too tightly. Kim grabbed a piece of cake and said, “The double chocolate is to die for. You got to try some.”
Paris watched Kim grab two slices as she picked up a plate then slammed a big chunk onto Paris’. It looked very tempting and Paris knew the best way to not break a diet was to just dream eat things because those calories didn’t count, at least that was what she believed. Before she could take a bite however, Nicole Richie appeared and dropped four big slices of pizza onto her plate. “I’m glad whoever makes these hasn’t started a chain, I would be fat again within a month.”
Shrugging Paris went to eat only for Nicky to appear beside her, face slathered with grease and BBQ sauce as the remains of what had been a chicken leg were on her plate. Paris’ younger sister grabbed a breast and a few legs then put them on her older sister’s plate and said, “The best damn catering ever!” Nicky then grabbed two breasts and four legs for her new plate before walking away hungrily as Paris just shrugged again because dream food wouldn’t hurt her figure.
The rest of the night Paris dreamed of just eating away with her sister, friends, and fellow female celebrities she could see at the party hungrily breaking their diets if only in Paris’ dream. After finishing her 20th plate, Paris went to grab another followed by her tablemates. While she wiped her face of grease and BBQ sauce, she saw a reflection of herself in a mirror on the wall and she looked fabulous, slender, and barely 110-pounds. She then turned to her dream companions and was stunned.
All three looked like their meals had literally gone to their figures. Nicole looked like she had gained back half of what she had lost several years before, looking healthy for a now average-sized person, but her size 00 clothing was ripped at the seams. Kim’s skin tight dress showed her with a small little belly, but the fabric was loose upfront thanks to the gapping holes caused by ripping and tearing away on her backside. Kim’s butt was straining her panties as it jiggled with each movement she made, exposed to the world by her binge. And there was Nicky, who had become the largest of trio with a defined double chin with the addition of a body that had expanded everywhere though she looked more pear shaped by a slight margin as her thighs started to touch with each bite she was taking. Suddenly the images vanished as Paris awoke to her alarm clock.
Paris rolled out of bed, slamming the alarm off in the process, only for Tinkerbelle to start barking as she put her feet on the floor. The blond haired young woman made her way to her bathroom as she thought about her dream before slamming the door in her little dog’s face. She looked into her bathroom mirror and suddenly was wide awake. Under her jaw was sagging skin or fatty skin, either way you described the area it wasn’t defined but Paris didn’t care because to her it was a second chin. Looking down at her body, using the mirror when helpful, she found it soft and flabby. In fact some places it was bulging, like her stomach which was now a defined belly though small and below her swamped waistband of her tight panties she saw her thighs touching. She panicked.
Racing over to the scale, she watched as the numbers appears and changed until finally stopping at 164-pounds. “What?” she screamed before emitting a high pitched squeal, “20-pounds! How the hell did I gain 20-pounds after all my exercise and starving?!”
She ran out of the bathroom, sending Tinkerbelle sprawling on the floor in her wake. She grabbed the phone and dialed. Then spoke, “Mommy!” The celebulite uttered into the phone in a high-pitch scream then she went from detail to detail about that morning and how much weight she had gained. She was hysterical before Kathy calmed her down, saying she would be right over. After hanging up, Paris slumped down on the floor and curled up in a ball to cry as Tinkerbelle started barking around her excitedly.
Half an hour later, Kathy arrived and after pulling Paris to her feet, taking her downstairs to the living room, called the doctor they had seen the day before. The doctor was very skeptical making Mrs. Hilton frustrated but finally she hung up and told her eldest daughter, “The doctor will see us tomorrow, but I’ll get Nicky. We’re going to see that you get no food and exercising until you drop tonight, wearing the heaviest, sweat-inducing clothing you have in your closet or that Nicky buys on her way over. If you gain a single pound of blubber, the doctor will have to take this seriously.”
Kathy then called Nicky on her cell and when the dial tone stopped, said smiling, “Hi honey, its mom. I,” she stopped as her face became neutral, “Thank you.” After a brief pause she said, “Hi Nicky, I need you to get a video camera and come over to your sister’s house. Honey, if it wasn’t important I wouldn’t be asking. Your sister needs you. [pause] Good, see you in half an hour.” Kathy hung up and said, “He answered the phone and didn’t sound happy she was coming over in the background. It’s not healthy for her that he’s a control freak.”
Paris was still crying but said, “He’s been in or around Japan for the past week. I think he got in last night.”
“It’s an emergency and besides they owe us for not coming to any of your hearings, to support you.”
Forty-five minutes later, Nicky arrived with wet hair and a bare minimum of make-up along with a pale-looking face. Getting into the house, she took a digital video camera out and said, “Okay. What’s the emergency? And it better not be about the dog, again.”
Paris then came into the anti-room and shocked her younger sibling, “What the hell?”
Kathy explained what had been happening and the plan for the day. Nicky agreed, though with some apprehension before turning the camera on to record her sister’s day. Paris dressed in sweats, that had use to be baggy on her at one time, but were now form fitting. Then like a drill sergeant out of hell, Kathy started making Paris do exercise after exercise, with only occasional rests.
Paris was committed and did everything her mother told her but as the day wore on she thought of food and how it would be nice to eat, unknowingly gaining weight with each desirous thought. She dreamed of large chocolate shakes instead of the water she received, pizza with its cheese topped goodness, and fried chicken with moist greasy exterior. By that afternoon it was more hallucinating then desire, but she gained weight just the same.
The entire day Kathy and Nicky encouraged and fasted along side Paris. However, they failed to notice that before their very eyes Paris’ second chin had become solid now no question of its existence below her jaw. Her sweats were looking tight on her plump figure especially around her stomach, though the entire outfit was again drenched with sweat and clinging to her body. Paris finally stopped her marathon exercise session as the sun almost disappeared from view.
She staggered upstairs towards her bathroom, almost collapsing twice until her mother helped her. Kathy and Nicky stripped Paris of her clothing before helping her into the shower. She washed for twenty minutes and finally emerged looking a little refreshed before drying off. The exhausted 26-year old was then helped to her bed by Kathy and Nicky then tucked her into it, with Kathy pushing Tinkerbelle off top with a yelp. Afterwards, Nicky left for home while Kathy went into a guestroom with the digital recording and went to bed.
That night Paris’ subconscious again betrayed her will not to gain as her body ached for food, but was too tired to do anything about it. As she fell asleep, she found herself surrounded by food of every description. For the entire night, Paris did nothing but dream of eating everything within reach of her hands. It didn’t matter if it was fruits & vegetables or the greasiest pizza or fried chicken, she didn’t care nor did she think it mattered, it was all a dream. However with each subconscious bite of food, it added weight to her body making the previous day’s workout completely useless.
The next morning, Kathy woke up first and proceeded to her daughter’s room. The Hilton matriarch woke Paris up and watched her roll out of bed. Paris saw her mother’s gapping mouth highlighting a shocked face. “What?” Paris asked groggily.
Quickly putting on a weak smile, Kathy helped Paris to her feet as she asked, “What do I look like?” When Kathy didn’t respond Paris pushed past her, even as Kathy tried to stop her. Paris raced into the bathroom, slammed the door, and locked it. She closed her eyes then felt her way in front of the mirror before opening them. When she did so, she saw a fat impersonation of herself staring back before it clicked it was no fat impersonator. Her face was a soft oval with puffy cheeks and a solid second chin dangled underneath her jaw. Her breasts were bigger, wider, and heavier while being on the verge of sagging as they were framed by thick upper arms. Paris then put her hands to her stomach, which had bulged outwards into a bigger belly and expanded her waist as love handles had started to overflow the waistband of her very tight panties. She had gained some inches to her backside, but not like her stomach, though it more in width but not outwards much before flowing into wide hips and thick thighs that pressed together on the verge of creating ‘thunder.’
Kathy knocked on the door and asked Paris to let her in, but the celebulite ignored her and went straight for her scale. The digital readout went directly to 194-pounds. Paris did the math in her head, 20-pounds two days ago plus 30-pounds yesterday for a total of 50-pounds in a 48-hour period. Paris couldn’t wrap her head around it then the shock and the exhaustion caused her faint.
When Paris woke up, she was in bed as Nicky looked down at her. The older Hilton sibling then turned to try to find her mother, who was sitting in a chair holding an ice pack to her lower back with a grimace on her face. “What happened?”
Nicky then said, “Mom busted into the bathroom then basically threw out her back lugging you in here. I just got here with some baggy sweats and a large number of weight loss shake packs.”
Kathy then said, “Okay star. If we leave now, we’ll be able to make it to your appointment with that doctor.” The Hilton matriarch then stood up and her back popped making Nicky ask if she was up to it only for Kathy to say, “I am. Besides she’s my star and make sure she’s okay. Now Paris we don’t want to be late or by the next appoint I can get for you, it might be a house call.”
The visit to the doctor was surreal for all involved. The doctor couldn’t believe what she was seeing and the number confirming a 50-pound gain in 48 hours. For Paris, the gawking stares as she was tested and studied was almost too much for her. And Kathy seemed on the verge of crying uncontrollably as she saw her daughter’s fat body paraded around.
All during the day Paris was drinking weight loss drinks, V8, or just plan water. Her stomach growled for substantial food, but none was forthcoming. However, Paris endured the physical pain while letting her mind wander to how good solid food would taste. Thus again her desire started to add pounds to her frame so when they weighed her before she left, it was no surprise to see what the scale said. “205-pounds!” Kathy cried, “I’m losing my perfect star!”
After that last weigh in, Kathy took Paris home. Once there Paris drank weight loss formula once an hour as she exercised the rest of the day. Though inside the blond haired young woman’s body the weight loss formula turned to weight gain formula as her exercising did no good. By the time she went to bed, bloated with liquid though it had quieted her hunger, and weighing 20-pounds more than she had since arriving back home. Yet that night, she slept restlessly and dreamless before waking up very hungry the next morning.
Paris walked, almost waddling, to her bathroom and stepping into her shower. Showering and then drying off, Paris felt her entire body and knew what she was going to see when she looked in the mirror, but that didn’t lessen the shock. Her face was a chubby oval shape that looked like it was starting to become rounder while her fat cheeks sagged over her soft jaw line to her thick second chin and thick neck. Her breasts were larger in all respects though she had seen women who weighed as much as her with larger ones, but that didn’t stop then from sagging down to her expanded belly or paunch, Paris didn’t know. Her stomach was unquestionably the largest feature of her body as her new pounds seemed drawn to it followed by her wide hips and flabby, bulging thighs that pressed together all the way down to her knees. She wasn’t surprised either upon seeing the readout on the scale, 228-pounds.
As she waddled out of her bathroom, Paris’ stomach growled and it was then that the celebulite made a momentous decision. Heading downstairs, she arrived in her kitchen as Tinkerbelle yapped at her. Realizing her mother wasn’t there, Paris opened everything that contained food. After a few minutes of taking it in, she grabbed something, and started eating away. It didn’t matter what, whether it was healthy or junk food, breakfast or dinner items, Paris was eating it no matter what. Soon her oven was cooking several items after she had categorized them by cooking temperatures then by cooking times.
When Kathy arrived an hour later just as the first oven full of cooked goods was finished, she was horrified to see Paris inhaling food. “Paris, what are you doing?”
“I’m up to 228-pounds. We’ve done everything we can, the doctors are running tests from yesterday, and I’m starving! So if I’m just going to gain weight, I’m going to get fatter by actually eating. Then whenever they find a cure I can go back to normal.”
It was hard for Kathy to realize that Paris had a point and after telling her oldest daughter to eat responsibly, she left. However Paris was too concerned about eating and filling her oven with the next round of food items. Even as she ate, her imagination ran wild about what she could now have while she had this ‘disease.’ So as she ate and making that food go directly to her body in double portions, she also added directly to her body with every desire that popped in her head.
By that afternoon, she had eaten everything in her house except the dog food, which she finally remembered to feed Tinkerbelle. But she was still hungry from her self-imposed fast and ordered out for half a dozen pizzas. Almost before the delivery guy got there she realized it might be proper to actually wear clothing when she answered the door. When the delivery guy handed over the pizzas to her, she got a kick out of the look on his face when a fat girl was at Paris Hilton’s door in very undersized sweats, but after receiving a 50% tip he didn’t give a damn.
Paris devoured the six pizzas with gusto and after dumping the empty boxes in her trash can, started feeling tired. The blond haired young woman slowly started to feel groggy and decided to head upstairs for a nap thinking that the delicious half dozen pizzas had finally done her in, though not knowing a dozen pizzas worth of direct poundage had been added to her body. Several hours later, Paris awoke hungry and after snacking on some chips she had missed earlier in the day looked through the take out menus she had on her refrigerator door. She called in three orders, half an hour apart, and waited hungrily. A 50% tip awaited each delivery person before she quickly devoured their food before the next delivery.
Paris realized she was going to be hungry the next day and called Nicky, asking her to do some shopping. Two hours later, Nicky arrived with an SUV almost overflowing with food from Paris’ shopping list then took an hour bring it in and putting it away for her older sister who lazily watched TV naked in her living room. By the time Kathy arrived that evening to see, “Her star,” Paris had taken care of the mess her pig out had made as Nicky finishing with the groceries. Kathy could tell Paris hadn’t listened to her earlier and quickly left as she saw the condition of Paris’ body, which was flabbier and larger than it was almost 11 hours before. But the 26-year old wasn’t concerned and after downing a gallon of ice cream went to bed, full and happy.
The next day, Paris rolled out of bed and waddled into her bathroom then into the shower. After drying off, she looked at her reflection. Looking back at her was a fat, flabby blond with a rounding oval face whose checks seemed to have become jowls and were starting to merge with her second chin that was making her neck disappear. Her breasts were larger and starting to sag onto her paunch that bulged out in front of her while also flabbily sagging down. Her backside and hips had grown broader, but hadn’t increased in depth comparable to her stomach. Paris’ legs were thick, jiggled, and forced her to waddle as her thighs pressed together. Making her way to the scale, she leaned forward to see the digital readout say 274-pounds.
Shrugging her thick shoulders, Paris waddled down the hallway then downstairs to the ground floor. She made her way to the kitchen, despite Tinkerbelle getting under foot and almost tripping her up several times. Once there she grabbed all the breakfast items Nicky had bought for her the previous day and made her way out of the living room. Once there she plopped down on the couch and starting indulging. The next thing she knew every breakfast item was gone and 90 minutes later.
Paris was a little disappointed, but grabbing several snack items she went to her PC and turned it on. With one hand either in a bag grabbing something or putting something in her mouth the bulging celebulite explored the World Wide Web. Instantly she saw that the world had found out she had some fat disease as everyone from cable news talking heads to late-night comedians had clips talking about it thanks to reports TMZ.com had from one of the delivery persons the day before. But she found other stuff as well.
Paris found Worth1000.com that was having a Photoshop contest entitled, Feeding Time, in her honor or at least the latest edition of it. Other sites showed morphed images of other celebrities, but some had been created by someone called Jay Tee. The artist’s fans were flaming sites that were taking credit for the images. Many of the artist’s fans were FAs, fat admirers, who populated sites like Dimensions Online and a forum called Curvage. Both sites had long threads discussing her weight gain and if they wanted her as a ‘big beautiful woman’ as they called fat women.
Even as she was exploring the Internet, she kept on snacking only to take a break and rest her eyes. During her break she seemed to ‘snack’ twice as much, almost like she was compelling herself to eat and eat non-stop. Only when she stomach growled did Paris then decide it was time to ‘eat’ again. It didn’t occur to her that she was overstuffing herself, she just ate. After “lunch,” she called Nicky for another grocery run and settled in to watch TV, surf the web, and snack. And with each bite growing bigger.
Several hours later as her paunch grumbled for food, Nicky arrived with a dozen bags of fast food Paris had called her about picking up after the store. Then as her older sister launched into the fat-heavy orders, Nicky brought the groceries up the multi-tiered stone steps from her SUV, and into the house before unpacking them. By the time the younger Hilton was done two hours later, Paris had finished the fast food and had launched into some of the newly acquired groceries as Nicky looked bewildered. Her younger sister then left her a bag of very large sweat clothes to at least give her some decency from being naked if anyone showed up at the door. The younger Hilton promised to deliver more food the next day as Paris just nodded, adjusting herself on the couch to get more comfortable.
After supper, Paris continued snacking until her stomach growled for dessert and by the time she was done all the gallons of ice cream Nicky had bought were gone. The last carton, empty, rested on her rising mound of a paunch as she felt bloated and finally full. Feeling tired, she slowly drifted off to sleep into a gluttony-induced hazy, her subconscious still urged to eat something and soon found herself in a somewhat familiar setting.
Paris was lying on her back on her couch, the same position she had fallen asleep in, though outside a nearby window the sun was shining through not moonlight. The socialite found out she was slender as she got to her feet and stretched just before the glass double doors to her pool area opened. Turning around, Paris saw Nicole Richie waddle into view, looking twice as large as she had ever been in life, followed slowly by Kim Kardashian who looked like she weighed a little more than Nicole around Paris’ now unknown real life weight though focused more towards her massive backside, and then even slower behind the others came Nicky who without a doubt Paris knew was super-sized from her surfing the fat admirer sites on the web, especially for pear-shaped lovers.
The dream trio had a ton of food with them and thanked the elder Hilton for letting them “crash” at her place. Nicky commented as she sat down on the couch, taking up 80% of it, they had to find another place soon because the stairs up to the house were too much of a hassle. Considering her sister’s size, Paris had to admit they would. But soon those thoughts drifted away as the smell of the desired food she craved was created in her subconscious.
Paris started partaking in her fat companion’s meal and just kept eating. During the night, her dream changed as her subconscious seemed to say it was time to get more realistic though Paris didn’t seem to catch on. It started with subtle encouragement by the dream trio to try a certain item followed by another. Then it moved to the trio handing the food to her directly without a word, then to start hand feeding her. When this began Paris’ only focus was on eating and didn’t notice that slowly the trio started losing weight and she was gaining it. Nicole being the lightest was the first to her real-life waif appearance, followed next by Kim, leaving only a 300+ pound Nicky while Paris was close to 400+ pounds. The three helped her over to the couch that Nicky had vacated and continued to feed her. Only when Nicky looked like she did in real-life did Paris notice the change.
“What happened to three of you?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” Kim answered.
“We’re just helping you eat,” Nicole followed.
Paris looked down and was shocked to see an enormous, flowing paunch in front of her, forcing her thighs apart and was close to touching the floor. “What? What happened to me?”
“We’re helping you get fat of course,” Nicky stated matter-of-factly, “What do you think we’ve been doing every time we’ve eating together in your dreams? Now that you’ve crossed the line of no return, we don’t have to pretend to be like ugly people.”
Paris couldn’t believe what she was hearing, not knowing it was her subconscious she was furious. The long haired socialite struggled to get to her feet as her super-sized bulk was slow to respond. Of course, never having to lift at least 600+ pounds in real-life or in a dream, she stumbled and rolled forward onto her paunch as her wide butt stuck out into the air. The dream trio of Nicole, Kim, and Nicky laughed as Paris screamed, “Don’t laugh at me! Don’t!”
Paris suddenly woke up and found herself on the floor like where she had been at the end of her dream, though only half the size. Struggling, she rolled over to her side then got to her feet. Overnight her new clothes had shrunk in relation to her body. Her shirt had rolled up as her paunch pushed it up into more like a bra with ripped shirt sleeves. Her sweatpants waistband was hidden by the overflow of belly fat and love handles while her legs were almost defined by the fabric instead of being hidden by baggy fabric. Paris waddled upstairs to her bathroom not wanting to know how much she weighed, but she could guess it was around 320-pounds and it turned out she was close when she leaned forward to view her digital scale’s readout of 318-pounds.
After taking a shower and redressing herself, Paris looked at her reflection knowing she had pigged out the last few days, but realizing that no one could gain the amount of weight she had in a week. It wasn’t natural she thought, “no more like supernatural” she then told herself out loud. But a loud growl from the depth of her paunch and the urge to eat made all thoughts disappear. Paris waddled back downstairs and into her kitchen.
Grabbing items as though possessed, Paris started eating every as she turned on her oven and started baking cinnamon rolls, biscuits, and muffins. For several hours as things got finished baking, they were replace by a ravenously hungry Paris whose sole thought was apparently eating no matter what. Once she was finished with her breakfast, Paris waddled out to her living room with a variety of snacks and started watching TV and surfing the Net, it was then that Nicky arrived with groceries that she “bought first thing this morning.” It was then Paris remembered her dream the previous night and subconsciously her anger at her thin, beautiful sister started boiling. With each trip in and out Nicky, Paris grew angrier. After a quick trip to the bathroom, Nicky smiled even though Paris though her younger sister’s face seemed pale, somewhat sickly. Upon seeing that Paris knew why Nicky was smiling, or thought she did.
Once Nicky had gotten all the groceries in and put up, she came into the living room with another bag. “I got you some new clothes.”
Paris took the bag and looked at her younger sister’s pale face then back at the bag. “Thanks. Let me try them on,” she said suspiciously.
Paris went to the bathroom, tore off the tight sweats, and looked at the selection Nicky had gotten her. The shirts were somewhat fashionable, but the jeans would have been if they were for Paris ‘true’ size. The underwear, both panties and bra, were snug and Paris thought of the word ‘granny’ when she looked at them on her. Paris put on a red shirt that was snug around her midsection, but good enough. She then struggled for several minutes into the plus-size jeans before she was able to barely button them.
Paris waddled out into the living room as Nicky got up from a seat to look at her. As the older Hilton sat down onto the couch, a loud ripping noise came from behind her. Paris’ eyes grew wide as Nicky smiled weakly. “Sorry, I, uh, underestimated what sized you needed. I’ll get you a bigger size when I drop off your next delivery later today.” Nicky then went to leave while Paris thought about everything that had happened so far and came to a realization.
Paris struggled to her feet then waddled the best she could as her ripped jeans were still tight on her thighs. She was already winded by the time she got her front door, she then chased after Nicky as fast as she could down the stone stairs to her driveway before shouted in-between pants, “Nicky!”
The sudden appearance of a fat woman whose rounded oval face was like Paris’ and who called after the younger Hilton sister made the paparazzi who were camped out on the street go made with flashes. Paris got down the steps as Nicky glancing at the photographers then around to the back of her older sister before asking, “Paris, what are you doing?”
“Don’t play like want my best interests!” Paris yelled startling an unprepared Nicky as the camera clicks grew louder, “I know you’re the reason I’m gaining all this blubber. I’ve figured it out. It all started the day I went out with you shopping and it’s continued with every food delivery you’ve brought me. You’re spiking my food and water with some type of weight gain formula, and you’re purging yourself so as I get fat you’ll get skinnier. You’ve decided to get me out of the way so you’ll get to be famous!”
A shocked, almost hurt, expression was clearly on Nicky’s face upon hearing the accusation. “What the hell are you talking about? I don’t know why you’re gaining weight? I know I’m not doing it to you and I’m certainly not willingly purging myself. What would I really get out of either?”
“You’ll get the limelight! I know you’ve been envious of me and my attention from all these people,” she motioned at the paparazzi, “You’ve always been the ugly duckling that I’ve had to carry you. And you’re probably getting help from that bastard husband of yours, I know he must be having a laugh at this entire situation since he can’t stand me…I would know because I can’t stand him just as much!”
For a moment, everything was silent as cameras stopped clicking as everyone digested what had been said by Paris. The revelation of a previously unknown marriage by either Hilton girl registered to the paparazzi. “Who’s your husband Nicky?” came one shouted question.
“Why haven’t we heard of him?”
“Is it one of Paris’ exes?”
The finally, “Are you involved in your sister getting ugly?”
Paris looked at her younger sister and felt Nicky’s eyes gaze right into hers. Then the younger Hilton’s facial expression changed from hurt to furious. “Excuse me! I’m envious? I want the attention of the paparazzi? Ugly? You had to carry me? First off you self absorbed hypocritical bitch, I’m not the one out here with her fat ass hanging out of her jeans! If I’m so envious and attention starved why haven’t I had a singing, full-fledge no-good acting career? Or gone out to clubs with no underwear and reveal to the world what’s under my dress or drive drunk on a suspended license? As for ugly, well considering how often you’ve made fun of women half your size about being buses, I guess you can’t stand looking in the mirror because how hideous you are by your own standards. As for carrying me well I only did stuff with you because I thought they would be fun until you became an annoying stereotype of yourself. And finally why did you have to bring my husband up? We all had an agreement, but your big, fucking mouth had to give it away! As for the reason he doesn’t like you, is because you tried to seduce him every night the first week you met him because you were wasted and I was nice enough not to hold it against you. But I have news for you Paris, he doesn’t hate you…he loathes you! And he has never said anything about you because of me, until now. Now if he wants to talk about you, he can because I’m taking off lid of that can! And trust me the crap he might say is so vile that people might actually feel sorry for you. Don’t call us Paris, we won’t call you!” Nicky walked to her SUV, got in, brushed her hair away from her face, started the engine and pulled out into the street through the crowd of paparazzi, and drove off with a burst of speed.
Paris watched until the taillights disappeared. Her stomach growled and she headed up the steps. Not use to her new poundage she was slow, getting winded easily she stopped several times to catch her breath at which time she felt a draft touch her backside and heard laughter as well as the paparazzi’ cameras clicked furiously and shouting questions at her. Once she was back inside, the she tore the shirt off, and struggled to get the jeans off. She grabbed the nearest thing to “snack” on and just started eating.
Within the hour, the blow up between the Hilton sisters was on TMZ and linked to by gossip blogs and cable news shows with apparently nothing better to report on. The blond haired young woman didn’t care and ignored her phone ringing from her mother’s numerous calls. When she was almost out of food, Paris started calling up delivery places and making huge orders. Almost every hour, the paparazzi photographed deliveries to Paris’ residence. One such delivery happened when Kathy arrived to talk to her daughter.
For 90 minutes Kathy tried to get Paris to talk to Nicky again, and finally called her youngest daughter. To Kathy’s surprise, she couldn’t get an answer at Nicky’s home number and called her cell phone. Only to get a voice message, “We’re leaving L.A. for a while; we might call in a few days.”
Then Paris said, “I need some money to get more deliveries and groceries, could you help me out since you’re the only reliable family I’ve got?”
The Hilton matriarch looked at her “obese” daughter who only wore a sheet to cover her flabby body. With a sigh of resignation, she agreed. When she left a few minutes later to get groceries, Kathy looked defeated and heavily depressed from when she had arrived.
The next three days, Paris ate and desired anything that popped into her imagination. As a result her weight climbed more and more, soon she was approaching 500-pounds. By then Paris’ face had become a very rounded oval with fat cheeks that had fully merged with her second chin that together merged with her fat neck while her shoulders bulged and expanded with fat themselves. Her breasts had expanded in size and shape, though their weight made them roll down either side of her massive paunch or be shelved on top of it. Paris’ paunch dominated her body, it surged in front of her but also aproned down, whenever she stood, to her lower thigh area close to her knees. A horizontal crease had developed at her belly button and as it extended horizontally, creating a lower belly fold. Her hips had grown wide along with her butt, which considering her growing size hadn’t expanded outwards much which to even remotely give her figure a counterbalance to her forefront. Paris’ thighs, jiggly and dimpled, had become stout tree trunks as her fat seemed to start “packing together.” Besides her massive thighs, Paris’ legs had become thick and bulgy. While she got use to moving each day with more weight, her arms were another matter as the upper portion helped frame her breasts while sagging over her swollen elbows making them hard to bend. Her forearms were thick and led to plump hands and fingers that made her have to adjust how she ate.
When spending her time either watching TV, on the computer, or both at the same time, Paris remained in the nude. She only threw a sheet on top of herself when grocery or fast food deliveries arrived. Her mother had quickly set up a system of food delivery with payment only coming with Paris acknowledged receiving the scheduled delivery via an e-mail. However, Paris’ was getting somewhat bored with being in the house all the time and wanted to just go out. With that in mind, she had ordered some clothes online and when they arrived tried them on instantly.
Unfortunately, she had underestimated her pant size, like Nicky had done, and only had time for one day out. She struggled into her new clothing, a pair of enormous jeans and a massive, black T-shirt. Both were tight and appeared so, but no extra skin was shown so Paris was happy. Not having her license back yet, she grabbed an onlooker from the street to drive her, paying him cash upfront. She squeezed into the backseat of her SUV and told the guy to head to the first all-you-can-eat buffet restaurant he could find.
Twenty minutes later with a growling stomach, Paris left the parked car with the guy inside and waddled into the establishment they had arrived at. The click of the paparazzi cameras by those that had followed her could be heard in the distance. Several hours later, Paris ambled out her clothes tight against her expanding body even as her shirt had ridden up her paunch exposing it to the world as it overlapped her waistband. She got back inside the SUV and asked the guy to take her back home, after which she gave him more cash.
She then had to go back up the multi-tier stone steps to her home, which turned out to be a humiliating, laborious process. Paris had to stop several times to catch her breath as the cameras clicked and onlookers laughed at her. Red-faced from the excursion and humiliation as she entered her home, she found her parents waiting for her. Her mother seemed anxious while her father looked like he had been dragged there. Kathy then said, “Paris, your father and I have come to an agreement on how to handle your situation.”
Six months later
Somewhere near the Arizona/New Mexico border
The house’s interior was spacious; only two walls tarnished the eye as pillars were the only vertically standing structures of the living quarters’ floor. One area hidden by walls was the bathroom, for the sole occupant’s privacy when the very rare visitor came. The other was right next to it, her bedroom that possessed a double-wide King bed partially inclined for its owner’s comfort in sleep and getting in and out of. Right next to a bed was a nightstand with a clock that suddenly blared. A fat hand came from the bed and slapped off the alarm with thick fingers before the covers were moved away.
The blond haired woman lay on her back, her body spread out on the bed. She rolled slightly to her right, used her thick arm to boost herself up and then pushed her pink skinned paunch off the side of the bed. That one act seemed to answer the question of how she was getting out of bed. She sat up on the edge of the low lying bed, her feet already on the floor on either side of her spread out paunch. Grabbing a control wired to the bed from the night stand she pressed a button with a thick finger and a hydraulic lift under the bed started raising it up. When her bed had elevated enough for her to be on her tip toes she slid off the bed to stand on her own.
For five months that had been the routine of how Paris Hilton had gotten out of bed in the morning. That day six months ago, Kathy Hilton had told her eldest daughter she had come of with a plan to put her in seclusion until the doctors could find out what as causing her monumental weight gain. Smuggled out of her Hollywood Hills home two days later and then taken to nameless motel where she had hidden out while her new home was given a massive renovation to suit the thought that Paris would be confide to a gigantic bed. As it turned out just three days later her drastic weight gain suddenly stopped at around 750+ pounds, and just in time as Paris felt like she almost couldn’t move anymore.
Once she moved in, her mother put her on a strict diet and exercise routine hoping that would help her lose weight. Everyone quickly realized it didn’t work. As a result Paris made some changes to suit her present lifestyle. She had chosen five different colored tent-like dresses, or as she referred to them, muumuus for the rare visitor. Then she had her hair cropped so all she had to do was comb it down around the shape of her head for easy maintenance and so long strains of hair wouldn’t get caught in her back fat and be annoyingly pulled out with any sudden movement. But those were just cosmetic to what had really changed for her.
Paris’ body was nothing like it had been before she had started rapidly gaining weight. Her face was basically a ball of fat that rested on her shoulders after her cheeks had merged with her second chin that had merged with her neck creating what seemed to be a long face, save for the outline of her chin. Paris’ chest was framed by massive upper arms that sagged down over her elbows and when stretched out at her sides, her underarm skin sagged tremendously, while her forearms were thick and flowed in to fat hands with sausage-like fingers that prevented her from making a closed fist and grabbing objects effectively. Her breasts were massive as they grown bigger, wider, and heavier as they rolled down either side of her paunch, like long bags of fat. Paris’ paunch dominated her body and was a sight to behold in its own right as it bulged out in front of the rest of her torso several feet and aproned over the front of her all way past her knees, midway between them and her ankles. A horizontal line across her paunch centered at her belly button that had formed a second fold which itself had developed a third fold at her knees. This third and last fold of stomach flesh had become divided vertically. Her hips had continued to grow wide and was finally able to counterbalance her forefront by helping send some of her new poundage to her backside as it had bulged outwards more than it had done before to help her cope with such an enormous paunch. Paris’ hidden legs had become even thicker and more dimpled as they had become stout tree trunks that sagged over her knees even as they were also developing folds on their backside and started to slowly circle her entire thigh.
The now 776-pound young woman slowly waddled her super-sized body through the double-wide doorway before slowly turning 30-degrees then heading for a large cushioned couch. Once arriving, she slowly turned around, bent her knees, and fell/crashed onto the couch into an imprint of her butt and lower back. Grabbing a remote on the coffee table in front of her, she used one of her thick fingers to turn on the TV. Turning her attention back to the coffee table, Paris pressed a button on the side of it. The black surface split and then slowly moved away to reveal a buffet of food inside.
Paris started digging in, like she had since she had started to drastically gain weight. The eldest Hilton sister seemed more about stuffing her mouth than what was on the television show she was watching even though the Daily 10 was giving an update on her sister Nicky’s pregnancy, which it turned out was why she had thrown up that day. However, she no longer cared about family.
The scene emerged from a crystal ball-like object as the two black cloak clad individuals looked on. A feminine voice said, “Thus the rest of Paris Hilton’s long life is set, her sole ambition is keep her stomach full even though she has an idea in the back of her mind of returning to fame as the fattest human ever. But she will soon find out that her limit has been reached. She’ll remain barely mobile until the end of her life. I believe our message has been sent.”
“So it has,” her male companion said.
Thus Paris’ fifteen minutes of fame were over and the next 60-years of her reclusive life had just begun.
The End