Kardashian Konundrum

Kim stood pensively in front of a mirror, placing her hands on her stomach only to cringe. She rotated slowly to survey her trademark ass and the rest of her figure, her eyes never leaving her reflection.

The damage was not as bad as the tabloids would suggest; her plush figure had simply gotten plusher. She was noticeably thicker though, and feared this might be the beginning of a much bigger issue. Much, much bigger.

She had come to her sister Khloe for advice. Her younger sibling had had some recent victories in the battle of the bulge, and it was only natural to assume she would be of some assistance here. The response was not at all what Kim Kardashian had thought it would be.

Khloe told her to get even fatter.

Her sister had quickly explained herself. Kim wasn't getting any younger (she added in a cruelly sweet way); she needed a way to ensure another big break before long. Look at all the others who managed to make a battle with their weight into a surplus of cash and fame! It was a matter of falling from grace and winning sympathy and attention on her way back up.

Kim would have to get much bigger though. Much, much bigger if she wanted to out-do Oprah or leave Jessica Simpson in the dust. And Khloe, her dear little sister, would be there to help.

Of course, Khloe's motivations were far from kind. In truth, she had finally attained a measure of good attention from the media and she wasn't about to let Kim have it back. Oh no, Kim could be the blimp of the family for a while. A good, long while.

To this end, she had ordered an army's worth of food from nearby caterers and had them delivered to Kim's home. When she arrived, Khloe grinned at the neat stacks of pastries, sandwiches, soda and the number of fattening foods in her sister's kitchen. She found Kim, made up perfectly as usual and in a form fitting set of black workout clothes. She clucked her tongue, and Kim turned towards her with a nervous and unsure grin.

"Jesus, am I really going to eat all this?" Kim sat her puffy tush on a delicate looking chair.

"Trust me sis." Khloe said sweetly, while thinking she would make sure this fat bitch ate every, last crumb.

"Fooo...." Kim sighed as she looked at all the food. Now that she was sitting, it looked even more mountainous than before -- the piles in front were obscuring the piles behind them.

Khloe patted her on the shoulder -- "it's okay, it's not as much as it looks. Besides, you don't have to eat it all..."

Kim was silent. She didn't know where to start.

"Here." Khloe walked around the table, which had been designed to seat 10 people, got a fork, and stabbed it into the top of what must have been a pile of over 10 pancakes. She scooped the fork out, a piece of pancake fluff hanging off it, and held it out to Kim. She said: "You have to start somewhere!"

Kim looked at the pancake, at her smiling sister, and took the fork. She was wary... she looked at her sister again... Khloe nodded. She tentatively bit into the pancake. Khloe smiled even brighter. "Here" she put a pancake on top of the plate in front of Kim. She then turned to get something. "Want syrup with that?" Khloe turned back and held the syrup jug she had just gotten over the pancake?

... M-hm, Kim nodded. Khloe dumped all of it on and then plopped the jug to the side.

"Good. Now" -- Khloe walked around, Kim cutting her pancake with a knife and fork, taking a bite -- "remember", she said, making sure the dining room blinds were closed, "no one can see this..." she pulled another blind, Kim saw -- "no one can hear about it", Kim nodded, ate another bite, "and no one" she closed a window shut "except us", then locked it with her elbow, "is allowed to know." Kim swallowed her bite and gulped.

Khloe walked back to the front of the room, stopped, and crossed her arms in annoyance. Kim looked up at her. What was it?

"You probably wanna eat faster than that," Khloe said, looking at her watch, a tad impatiently. "If you don't it's gonna spoil."

"Can't we just--?"

"Nope! Fridge can't hold that much." That idea was outta the window.

"Well..." Kim looked to the side hesitantly...

Khloe shrugged. "I can't help you either." She turned a thumb down. "Di-et!"

Kim sighed. Her sister relaxed then and came to her side again.

"It's okay," said Khloe. "Just try to eat faster than normal. Just fork it in faster, faster... There you go!" Kim was putting bite after bite into her mouth now. "That's it. Now let me get some more for you, you're almost finished with that one..." She plopped three more pancakes onto the plate when Kim was finished and then almost slammed a can of soda down next to the plate. It said "POP!" on the side. Khloe smiled.

"And drink that", said Khloe. "It'll help it go down faster. It's got the same stuff as water plus you'll be putting on lotsa bubbly caloraaays!" She looked happy and punched the air annoyingly.

Kim got the pop and drank some. Khloe could hardly contain her mirth. Kim was easier to manipulate to than she thought.

Kim kept eating. The pancakes disappeared one by one... She had reached her fifth and was starting to look tired. Khloe got irritated.

"Ki-i-im! You're slowing down!"

"Ugh, but I have to! I've seen fat old men in iHOP who can hardly eat this much!"

Khloe leant down by Kim's face, an arm over her shoulder like a football coach spurring on his best man -- "look", she said, "you're not a fat old man... You'reKim Kardashian! THE Kim Kardashian! You can handle WAY more than this! I don't think I've seen you give up in the face of a goal... and what is this? Food! You eat food every day. What makes you think this is too much!"

Kim's eyes lit up. She had been through a LOT of shit in her life... Hounded by the presses, tormented by her ravenous fans, being hot and bothered by the daily pressures of A-list celebrity life, pampering... what was she whining about? Getting fat was EASY! She could do it all the time.

"And it could be fun," said Khloe, sitting on the corner of the table. "Just pretend it's your birthday three times over again." She took a slice of pie and looked past it like Hamlet with his skull. "You can have as much as you want... and you can eat whatever you want. Make this a party!"

"Whatever I want..." Kim said as her sister's point dawned on her. Her eyes scanned Khloe's encouraging smile and then the literal banquet at her finger tips. The younger Kardashian had chosen the menu carefully; the food present was decadent, smothered in sauce, frosting, cream - anything to cram in every last calorie possible. There is nothing quite like losing weight to make you aware of the exact sort of foods that are very, very dangerous.

Khloe gently slid another plate stacked with pancakes towards Kim as her final nudge. They were dripping with caramel spread and topped with whip cream and it took everything in Khloe's power not to grin with wicked glee as Kim further drenched the stuff in maple syrup. She simply nodded and watched her unknowing sibling dig in once again.

"Faster...whatever I want!" Kim murmured to herself between hurried forkfulls of the doughy stuff. These were quickly demolished, leaving her to guzzle some more "POP!" and move onto another plate -- this one with a bit of chocolate drizzle and small peanut butter chips. The spoiled socialite could feel her stomach groan and stretch a bit to accomodate the meal, but she paid it no heed.

"That's the spirit, Kimmy." Khloe crossed her newly slender legs and stole a glance at her sister's bulging gut. Delicate fingers casually opened another can of soda to hand to Kim, who had wolfed down the last plate as well.

This went on for the remainder of the breakfast smogasboard, leaving Kim to move onto a plate of chicken and waffles. As her cheeks were puffed with a particularly large mouthful, Khloe noted a peculiar noise - something like a digestive gurgle and a balloon being streched. Her eyes confirmed what she had heard, watching with a newly invigorated glee as Kim's lower half - those juicy thighs and that prized backside - began to fill out in unison with her soft and heavy belly.

Khloe's glee was interuppted by the sharp clang of fork hitting an empty, greasy plate. She looked up again, and saw that a slightly glassy-eyed Kim had paused. She looked like a partly engorged tick, her sweatsuit was wrapped around her newly fattened form. Kim's plump arms and comically fat hands rested on the bloated stomach.

"Khloe...I don't...know...if..." Kim moaned in gluttony-induced pain. "If...I can-"

Her sentence was interuppted by a loud, graceless belch, which elicited a second moan.

"Aww, Honey..." Khloe put on a supportive smile and leaned forward to stroke Kim's cheek. "Don't worry Kim, you got this - and your little sis is right here to make certain of that..."

Kim didn't seem so sure. "Oo", she said, her head lolling to one side.

Khloe went to get something again. Kim turned her head a bit to look but couldn't do it all the way. Khloe must have gone to the kitchen. Kim heard the klink of glass, shhhh the sound of water running in the sink, a soft plip, the sound of something dripping into the water. And then Khloe came walking back holding a glass.

"Drink up." Khloe said. "This'll make you feel better".

Kim took the glass. "What is this?", she queried.

There was a white thing, like a big powdery mint, bubbling down in the glass.

"It's a little something, for your stomach", Khloe said, pointing to her own annoyingly -- "you won't feel as bloated... it'll push away and dissolve all the stuff you've eaten and stuff... In other words", she said, playing a cat's cradle with her lithe fingers, "you'll be able to eat... more. WAY more... ahem". Khloe then smiled, sickly. Kim stared at the glass for a while... Then knocked it back. She waited for a second for whatever the effects were supposed to be to take effect.

"So what'll happen?" said Kim, and then felt a whoosh in her stomach, a clearing out, as if everything in her stomach had been digested at once and replaced with minty fresh clarity. Though it took a couple of minutes for the full-on process to take effect, when it did...

"Oh!" Kim exclaimed, her expression brighter. "Yeah! Let's do this!" She grasped her knife and fork and pounded the bottoms on top of the table-top.

Khloe grinned. She hadn't lied -- the thing had done what it was supposed to... that is, clear out Kim's stomach and make her feel thinner... but it hadn't made her body any smaller... She still looked quite the tick.

"That's what I like to hear!" Khloe said, and strided over to the middle of the table. "Now let's take care of this lunch!" she said annoyingly.

Kim eagerly awaited the next dish. The chicken and waffles had been reduced to milligrams' worth of shavings. Khloe pulled out the next plate -- spaghetti and meatballs with gooey, creamy alfredo sauce lopped on top of it.

Kim squealed as the plate was put in front of her. She tucked in, stabbed the dish, whirled the spaghetti onto her fork in a split-second, and jammed it all into her gob. She nom'd the spaghetti in delight. Her eyes were sparkling with a greedy and indulgenct look.

Her sister looked almost disgusted. All that whining and now she was eating like a pig? It was almost too difficult for her to watch. Maybe Kim had had some weird reaction to that pill thingy? Well she had bought it off the internet... who knows what to expect.

Kim had now picked up the plate and was licking it up to clean it from all the sauce. Khloe looked a little shocked.

"More!" Kim demanded.

"Okay..." Khloe said hesitantly, reaching for another plate. She turned it towards Kim and then Kim grabbed it, started munching all of the stuff on it and shoving her face in it like some crazy insane asylum prisoner. She hadn't even had a chance to see what it was! Ah, whatever.

"Meatloaf!" cried Kim, throwing up her arms in ectasy! "MORE!" Khloe pushed three more plates towards her... sister thing before her? And Kim feasted on them all, slopping them into her face one by one and scarfing all the while.

Khloe was disgusted. But she guessed it was what she wanted... right? She slowly walked over to Kim. "Uh, Kim?" she said, hesitatingly.

Kim looked at her over the plate with manic eyes.

"..." Khloe paused. Then a smile crept over her face. "Keep going", she said.

Kim had barely noted her sister's response before she started shoveling again, working her way through a dish of neatly stacked cheeseburger sliders. With most of her discomfort gone, all that remained was the ecstasy of unadultured gluttony, and she was obviously going to enjoy it. A surge of growth widended her already considerable hips, giving Kim a distinct bell-shaped look.

Khloe sat back in awe - her older sibling barely needed her cajoling anymore, emptying plate after plate. "That's the spirit Kim!" She clapped her hands annoyingly, nearly loosening the restraint on the sadistic glee. Kim's transformation was all too satisfying for the former "fat sister" to watch.

She watched as Kim gulped down another can of "POP!" and moved onto full-sized burgers, wrapped in bacon. Each sinful bite seemed to take its toll and Kim's body seemed to swell a bit with every few mouthfuls. Her chair protested; not only was new weight bearing down on it, but an ever-growing ass and significanlty wider berth where quickly threatening to snap the poor thing. Kim seemed unaware as her fingers plumped up and she stuck the last bit of bread in her mouth.

"Dammit, I want dessert!" she said.

Kim's patience was not growing along with her figure - Khloe was taken aback to see her swollen sister growl and quiver onto her feet; the poor chair wedged itself around her immense hips. A slight shake of Kim's colossal booty deposited it gently on the floor, freeing her to waddle over to the end of the table, stacked with pastries and treats.

Kim's belly had bloated to near-beachball size, stretching out the top half of her sweatsuit to the point that just a bit of soft flesh was peaking out underneath. It squished up against the table as she leaned forward, grabbing the cup cake in front of her and devouring it.

Khloe took a moment to watch her unknowing balloon with satisfaction. Kim's figure had exploded into a girthsome sight before her. Thickened thighs rubbed together as the woman moved, soft love handles and an absurd muffin top spilled over the waist of her strained pants. The medie had latched onto a "two hundred" pound Kim before, but what would they think of her now, perhaps pushing twice that.

Khloe could no longer resist, gettng up herself to circle around her sister to steal a look at the best part, even better then Kim's gut, bulging from uncontrolled excess. She stared at Kim's ass, which billowed out into two, distinct and enormous domes. The younger sister grinned, knowing here and now she had won - now it was a matter of exactly how much of a bonus she was going to get.

"Sis?" Kim turned her head, puffy cheeks still a bit full of food. "What are you doing?"

"Hm?" Khloe seemed a little surprised. She then twirled one of her long hairs with her finger and bit onto it. "Nothing, in particular"... she said, just staring at Kim's giant butt.

"Hm," said Kim, apparently satisfied with this response. She was more interested in the food... the food! She scooped up another cupcake -- the second of twelve -- off of the glass dish and dumped it into her mouth, licking the sugary icing, putting her hand and then finger in the mess to make sure she didn't miss a crumb, and then pulled the finger with it out. She licked her lips. YUM.

Her sister looked on, fascinated and somewhat apprehensive. How much could this Kim-monster take? Her butt had quiver-swelled-up even more with just that one cupcake! How much bigger could she get? Could she get any bigger. It didn't seem even possible... or even human...!

Kim didn't seem to care. She popped into another cupcake, swirled some juicy POP! into her mouth, and then chugged that stuff down too. Like a person brushing their teeth, but totally the opposite. Her butt swelled up again. Khloe was tempted to get out a camera and take a picture of that treasured butt but she just grinned at the thought instead... let the reporters have their fun...

Kim's buttocks were like two rubber balls now, bouncing up and down, fighting for independence, chafing each other in their fighting like chubby fat girls on parade. And that is no joke my friend.

Kim was getting fatter. She was on her final cupcake now, the very last one, twelve of twelve, and there were some sweet treats still left at the end of the table. It didn't seem like Kim was going to stop anytime soon. Oh no, and in all this time she had grown absolutely gigantic. No way was it normal for anybody to swell like this, not even with the aid of a stupid internet fat-gaining health pill, but it seemed like this woman had not only gotten bigger... but even taller. Khloe was noticeably the taller one, no , but now... it was like that fat, swollen tick, black-track-suited sister had become almost this sponge, one which sucked in absolutely everything in its path in order to steadily swell itself larger and larger. The only thing Khloe could do was to stand and watch. She felt like she was watching this from the top of a baseball grandstand in the very last bunker -- way too far away but close enough to watch the disaster.

Kim sucked in some more of her delectables -- brownies this time, with little chocolate chips and coconut shavings stuck all over the top of them -- by physically picking up the silver tray they were sitting on top of and grading it downwards towards her mouth so they all slid in there. Some of the brownies fell off to the sides of the tray but she would get them later and it didn't really matter to her. "Ic' em up!" demanded Kim, glaring at Khloe with the corners of her eyes.

"What?" said Khloe, absent-mindedly.

Kim dropped the tray. "PICK THEM UP!"

"Okay," Khloe said hesitatingly, picking up brownies left right and center as Kim continued to gorge. Only a few treats remained there now. Kim finished the tray she was on and threw it aside. She looked down at the diminutive, almost sorry-for-her Khloe, her big head obscuring the light up above her. "Hurry up," Kim spat.

Khloe bunched the brownies into whatever available space her arms could muster. There were about eight or nine brownies left now in total. Kim grunted in satisfaction, or something. Who knows what a monster is thinking and who wants to find out.

Khloe looked up at her sister with anxiety... or was it coldness? Either way, she didn't look like she could take much more. Kim was wearing on her nerves. It was time to end this.

"Feed me", said Kim. Khloe didn't wait. She stuffed the brownies into Kim's waiting mouth one by one, and Kim lazily munched them, each and every one of them. Khloe looked disgusted as Kim's belly swelled out, noticeably, like a child blowing on a bubble. Yuck.

Khloe walked back, crossing one leg slowly over the other as she retreated... "Ah, Kim..." she said... Kim waited... "I'm just gonna wait back here...", she bent behind a chair... "...if you don't mind..."

Kim just stared at her and turned slowly back to her food. Khloe exhaled a sigh of relief. Apparently Kim didn't mind. Kim herself would be done soon anyway, in one way or another... but what was there left anyways, the cheesecake, the cake, the pastries... but... where were the pastries? Khloe gasped: they had been replaced by shards of pastry, as if a croissant had spontaneously exploded on the table. Gulp. And Kim wasn't done yet.

Khloe watched in horror as Kim shook the birthday cake, upside-down, from the pan into her mouth. The whole thing itself, gulp. Like a hippopotamus. No, wait, you can't eat that whole thing! Khloe wanted to say, but moreso she wanted to look in horrified horror and see what happened to Kim as it happened to her as she was in her... last moments, apparently.

Kim shaked the platter more and the cake slid off and toppled into her awaiting mouth. In what seemed like a few seconds Kim finished it off, burped, and dropped the pan to the floor with a "CLANG". She then walked around, dizzy, trying to get her footing. This was hard work. Her butt jiggled. Everything seemed to be pointing to her inevitable doom, but she was too oblivious to see it. Poor Kim.

"Kim"... said Khloe, but the only thing left between her was the cheesecake. Kim went towards it.

The swollen Kardashian wasted no time, her ponderously fattened body wobbling and jiggling with each step. Khloe's eyes darted back between Kim and the thick, decadent-looking cheesecake, and it was like watching an over-inflated water balloon edging towards a fire hose. Something had got to give.

Khloe stood again, seriously considering getting the hell out of here for a second - but she remained, too invested in what had happened to abandon it just yet. She watched as Kim's steps got slower and more careful, as sweat beaded on her fattened face; the cheesecake was only on the other end of the table, but her body was so massive that it had become a herculean effort just to move it at all.

The whole thing was an absurd spectacle; Kim's perfect makeup held strong while her face glistened with sweat, atop a balloonish body that heaved as she huffed and puffed towards her goal. She let out a yelp as her groaning tummy finally caught her off guard and caused her to tumble forward on top of it, a few feet short of the cheesecake.

"Dammit..."

Kim flailed her fat, flabbly limbs in desperation, groaning. "Can't reach...c'mon you nitwit, help me out here!" Her mountainous ass swayed back and forth comically as she hissed at her sister.

Khloe's alarm faded into pure disgust. This was almost Kim in a metaphorical nutshell; a spoiled little brat, fattened to be too big for her britches and still making demands. Khloe's face darkened, and she moved over to Kim and shoved the tip of one foot against her balloon of a sibling.

"My God, you're too much! Look at you! You're always bossing me around, and now-" She puffed out her cheeks a moment for emphasis. "You're a fucking beached whale! Don't you care, you fat bitch? Don't you have something to say for yourself?"

Kim glared. "GIVE ME THE DAMN CHEESECAKE!"

Khloe was about to scream, but stopped herself. With nary a word, she pulled the cheesecake off the table next to her, and set it in front of Kim, feeling a bit like a farmer filling a feeding troth.

"There Kim. Just like always, you get exactly what you want." She said coldly, starting to walk off. "This time though, you'll get exactly what you deserve, too."

Kim was too ecstatic to hear Khloe storm out of the place, and already had grabbed hunks of the creamy treat in front of her and started shoving the the chunks between her greedy lips.

"Screw her, I'm gonna get soooo much attention for getting all puffy like this..." She began to murmur to herself between bites. "...I'll have to cry a couple times on TV, get people to feel bad for me..." Her body responded to this gorging instantly, groaning and bloating all around her, seams splitting to expose strained, perfectly tanned flesh.

"I'll lose all the weight, be hotter then before and then, boom-" She finished another bite before she felt absolutely awful. The stuff Khloe had given her had worn off. She felt like an overstuffed turkey, her exposed, inflated form quivering as she started to moan in discomfort. She felt ready to burst!

Her butt rippled, and then it hit her. That last bite was the final straw - she was still getting fatter. Panic took hold of her as she felt her limbs get so plump that their mobility began to vanish.

"Sis, Sis!?" She shouted as her fingers wiggled helplessly. She could feel her swelling belly lift her off the ground, her thighs mash together as they to began to inflate uncontrollably. "C-come back! I think...I think I overdid it!"

She continued to shout to no avail. Her ass ballooned and blimped, she felt like someone had shoved an air compressor inside her body and forgot to turn it off.

"K-Khloe! Help me! I can't take any more!" Tears welled up in her face as she got too engorged to move, a tick who had forgotten to stop feeding - her clothes ripped to shreds, leaving her absurdly taught, fat body exposed to the world. She could swear her butt was grazing the ceiling.

"Somebody, anybody, I...I'm gonna-" One last surge of pressure hit her, and there was a sudden, powerful noise as she popped like her ego had, moments ago.

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