Day 1.
My hotel room has funny looking walls. They’re painted an odd color, but I could live with that. The journey has been exhausting, and I ache everywhere. So I lean back and doze off.
Shortly after, a soft thrumming from the walls wakes me up. A neighbor, probably. My head bobs to the tempo. Mmmm. Catchy. A few hearty sips of my favorite shake. And before I know it, I’m asleep again.
Day 2.
The music is louder. The dark walls stare at me. I stretch my body when I feel it. But how? How could I have grown larger? In what 4 hours? I feel the first tendrils of fear. My tummy growls, needing, nagging. Oh well, a voice whispers from inside. A couple of sips won’t hurt. Right?
Wrong! I balloon bigger and bigger until I hear a comical pop. Wait, is this a dream? Was my shake spiked? I wait a long minute and peek. Thankfully, I’m still intact. But twice as large as before. There are these weird bumps over me and goddamnit, how can I STILL BE RAVENOUS?!
Day 4.
I lose track of time. All I do is marvel at my size and keep sipping my shakes. At one point, I give up all pretense at civility and chug that slop down. I’m mortified but I cannot help myself. And yes, I keep getting bigger.
Days 5-15
Hours morph into days. All I do is eat. There’re times where I try my hardest to stop. Then the clouds shift and I’m stuffing my face, thanking the Gods for free food delivery. I struggle with what I’ve become, and how fast my body is expanding. Am I a monster?
Days 15- 30
The hotel has offered me a free upgrade to a bigger room. With walls the color of a dewy rose, this room also comes with premium room service. I giggle with excitement, already thinking about my next meal. My size is a thing of epics and lore.
Days 30-60
Guys, there’s something ticking inside me. I’m scared.Oh! And did I mention I have floppy tubes growing out of my body? I pause a second to take in this fascinating discovery before the hunger calls to me again.
Days 60 – 80.
I’m eating my entire weight in chow and discovering I prefer certain foods over the others. I love spicy flavors but cannot stand garlic.The Chef at this hotel is outstanding and I’m more than keeping her busy.
Days 80 – whenever.
You guys, I was in such a good mood! I have been sampling this scrumptious new Paneer recipe and not worrying about my weight. I thought I’d come to peace with my new body, when I saw the growths. They look like teeth? Also, those floppy tubes from 2 weeks ago sprouted tinier nubs with sharp ends. I’m terrified of someone seeing me like this.
On the bright side, I’m not hungry anymore!
HAHA!! Just kidding. I’m eating around the clock and I’m worried I will explode.Could that happen? Also, do I smell Tacos?
Days 150 – 200
Well, I have superpowers now. All my senses are deliciously heightened. I still have lumps popping up every day, but some of them are useful. I can propel myself in rapid trajectories and pick up on Chef humming her favorite tunes from rooms away. The best part? I can shovel food faster into my mouth hole. Now, if I didn’t worry about physically outgrowing my room, I would press pause and enjoy these new abilities. BUT, now I must eat.
Days 200 – 250
I tried going on a diet. Failed miserably. I’m officially as large as my room. The management and Chef have complained about my size. Bah! Just keep the meals coming.
Day 267
Not to alarm you, but the walls are shaking! Damn, did you hear that shriek? Sounded like Chef. Is she hurt? Can someone check on her?
Day 268.
Chef has been screaming nonstop. My room is vibrating and everything hurts.
Day 269.
Guys, I got kicked out of my room just now. They’re taking me through this dark, narrow alley.
What?!! I’m being pushed through the world’s tiniest doorway. I’m too big, guys!! Make it stop! Oh I can’t breathe! I’m terrified!!!……
… And I’m on the other side. Everything is so loud and bright! I’m losing it! I’m LOSING IT! Arrrghhh!!!
“Congratulations Maya and Paul! Here’s your beautiful baby girl!”
Day 1.
Guys, I’m so hungry! On the plus side, Chef is ok. She’s rather nice and she has the prettiest eyes.
I think, I’ll call her Mommy!

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