chapter 2

It was a treadmill, the very same brand of treadmill he had in his own high intensity workout room. Which now raises the question: why would a devoted gainer girl would ever need a treadmill in her house? Could it be for a roommate or sibling's, possibly. But none of her other videos featured anyone else being present in the house due to that door being closed which many assumed she was single and wasn't actively dating anyone at the moment, thus she could only be living alone. Right? The more he investigated, the more he started to get a hunch something was definitely off about the divine goddess he has admired for so long. Of course this was all mere speculation, since nothing can be confirmed due to how Foodie Booty doesn't list any personal info on her bio page on the website. No real name, no address, not even a birthday. 


Usually not one to bring working home with him but being a data consultant for the C.I.A. does come with a perk, allowing him to outfit his own home computer with a special face scanning software to find out who Foodie Booty really was scouring the entire internet for any leads, a ping sound notification announced the program has found a match.


"Bingo, now let's see who you are when you are not on camera."


Apparently her real name was Lucy Russo, and to his surprise he found her on not one but several various social media accounts...but what he found utterly broke his heart. On her timelines and activity feeds she has pictures of herself working out at the gym, eating salads, and posing as a fashion model in the very same outfits she did her stuffing videos in. Then, it finally clicked inside his mind. For a while he would wonder how she always, always managed to look pretty much the same in every video despite the long career she has on these weight gain themed adult social media pages. But now it all made sense, she doesn't look any different over the course of her monthly videos because she WASN'T gaining weight at all! And worst of all, the fact that was not a real gainer, means all those many, many donations she had received from her devoted fans to gain were being taken for granted and these poor people are none the wiser. This was beyond the social crime of false advertising herself as a serious gainer girl when she was actually just a thief.


She was a liar.


A con artist.


A heartbreaker.


And Johnny wasn't gonna let her get away with this, not another day more.