I'm excited to see that my manager brought me lunch - until I see the note he left, telling me not to eat too much because I'll get bloated and I still have ab shots to shoot. I'm so pissed - who does he think he is, trying to control what I eat? I show off my rock-hard abs before I open up my 1300 Calorie meal of fried chicken fingers, fries, garlic bread, and coleslaw and stuff my face, determined to eat the whole thing out of spite. As I shove my greedy mouth full of food, I brag about how incredible my abs are, how no one has abs like mine, and even if I get a little bloated my abs are so good that I can just suck in and they'll still look better than anyone else's. The whole time I am talking and bragging about my abs I'm stuffing my face full of greasy food, completely oblivious to how my stomach is starting to expand and bulge over my shorts. After finishing the last bite I stand up for an ab check, and immediately freak out when I realize my abs are GONE! I make several attempts to suck in, but I can only hold it in a little bit for barely a second before my bloated gut pops out. I rub my belly and pinch my little love handles. I'm not getting fat, right? I can't be...I'm a fitness model. I know I'm just bloated, but for some reason this part is soft. I strip down to my bra and panties to see how I'll look when I'm modeling a bikini, and it just makes my belly look even rounder. Not an ab in sight, but I have no choice - I guess I have to shoot like this