Night 1 · 150 lb
Chat made a rule tonight and I said yes before Tali finished reading it. Every new subscriber sends a dish. I cannot end the stream while food keeps arriving. Fine. I had three tacos and a lime wedge, I was in a good mood, and my shorts fit like they always do.
Then Niko turned up with dumplings and a face like he had walked into the wrong building. I told him to open the bags like presents. I ate until the doorbell stopped, and I noticed my waistband had gone from comfortable to aware. I tapped my belly twice on camera. Chat noticed. Chat notices everything.
Tali says I looked happier than I have ever looked on camera. I checked the playback twice and she is right. I look like someone who got exactly what she ordered.
Night 2 · 230 lb
Chat, look at this. I now have a belly that arrives at the table with me. It is soft and it is warm and when I laugh it moves a half second after I do. I did not plan that part, but I will take it.
The neighbour from across the hall stood in her doorway holding a fry like a tiny flag and told me she supported all this from a safe distance. I walked down the hallway with a carton in my hand and felt every step. My shorts have opinions now. I let them have them.
I fell asleep with the ring light still on and a fry in my hand. Not my finest posture, but chat says it was the best clip of the week, so I am keeping it.
Night 3 · 320 lb
Breakfast subscribers keep showing up at lunch speed. I ate a tower of pancakes standing up, and when I looked down my belly had a view of the syrup before I did. The dining chair gave a little creak and slid back. I apologised to it. It did not forgive me.
Leo walked in during the club sandwiches with a spare sweatshirt in his hands, looked at me, and lowered the sweatshirt very slowly. I told him I accept sandwiches in heroic portions. He stayed. He brought napkins, which is the most honest thing he has ever done.
Before bed I stood sideways to the mirror, the way I do past the ring light, and let myself look for a full minute. Soft, round, and mine. Black top, black shorts, still holding on.
Night 4 · 480 lb
Forty plates. Tali counted. I called it a warm-up, because if I admit it is more than that I will have to feel it, and right now I would rather just enjoy it. I am enormous in the best way. My belly goes first, my hips follow, and the hallway has started to behave like a corridor I am visiting.
Mr. Vale came by with his clipboard and stayed at the far end of the hall. I walked toward him with both hands sliding along the walls and watched his pen stop moving. I have never felt so looked at, and I have never minded less.
I told Tali that if a night ever felt like too much, I would say so. She asked me how I would know. I told her I would stop smiling. I have not stopped smiling once.
Night 5 · 650 lb
Doorways are a conversation now. The kitchen one has a hairline crack in the paint on both sides, and I decided it is a sign of affection. I hold the trim, I lean in, I eat a burrito, and eventually I fit. Dinner fits everywhere. So do I, it just takes longer.
I ate cheesecake at a table propped on blocks. The table creaked all through dessert. I fed it a crumb for morale, and Tali said no crumb survives long enough to reach it. She is right. That is my favourite sentence of the week.
My arms look different in the doorway light, heavy and pale against the black fabric, and my thighs fill a chair from arm to arm. I run a finger along my choker and think: good.
Night 6 · 850 lb
A delivery cart is parked outside my front door because it will not come in. Niko apologised to it. I held the frame with one hand, ate a chicken pie with the other, and thanked the cart for its service. Every step back to the table makes the floor say something.
The camera had to move to a shelf tonight. Tali is hoping for a balcony. I reached for a berry pie, my belly swung a little to one side as I did, and the whole room felt about four inches smaller. I said the line to the lens, because I always do: if food lands, Amanda expands.
Tali has started a list of things that no longer fit near me: the shelf, the tripod, the corner by the window. I asked her to add the word fabulous to every line.
Night 7 · 1,000 lb
The apartment has run out of corners. Leo said it out loud, so now it is official. I stood between two bookcases with a tray of nachos against my belly and thought about how this began with one rule and a taco. The sofa is flat against the wall, and I am not sorry about it.
The last pastry of the night was on a tiny plate. Tali looked at the button on the far table, did the maths, and asked if she should end the stream from where she was. I told her only if the button comes to me. It has not come yet. I lay back on the rug with my hand on my belly, burped, and smiled at the lens. Chat, you should see the film. Everything I just told you happens in it, with sound.
Nobody in the chat asked me to stop. Nobody in the apartment asked either. I am enormous and I am glad, and I would like very much for you to see it move.
Read the same story from the outside in Amanda's weight gain story, or follow it stage by stage, 150 → 1,000 lb.