chapter 4

"Dude, you've gotten so fat - you look way softer than me now"
"What, you got to be joking man - sure I've gained a bit of weight
"More than 20 pounds man"
"Yeah whatever but I'm only like 150 pounds though, what did you say you were man, like 180, and that was after losing 5 pounds?
"Well honestly I'm back up to 185 I think, but I was bigger than you before and you can't deny I can carry it less noticeably, and you are definitely bigger than that"
"You've regained the weight already, see you're the one really getting fat - I'm just getting a little tubby over the break that's all"
"You call that a little tubby bro"
Zac grabs a substantial roll of flab on Sam's gut where it was pooching over his shorts
"A lot seems to be going to be gut - I can lose it"
Zac grabs a lovehandles and jiggles his whole torso
"Wake up dude, you're all lard these days"
Sam was silent for a second
"I guess I am... Can't believe how soft I've gotten dude, what the hell is happening to us"
"Eating too damn much man, 35 pounds is a lot to gain"
"Yeah, I haven't weighed myself in a while, I know I've gained more but I'm too scared to see"
"Lets go get it over and done with, I'll do it with you, I'm probably over 185 at this point already.
So the guys prepared to weigh themselves, both just wearing short old rugby shorts.
Zac looked at himself in the mirror and sighed, he grabbed a thick roll of fat on his lower belly with both hands and gave it a wobble before slapping his gut with frustration. His sides looked thicker and noticeably stuck out making his body more solid and less Y like especially with the shorts digging in a little. Turning to his side the profile of his gut wasn't that bad yet, it stuck out sure but not by a crazy amount and wasn't hanging yet - more of a beer gut look than anything else. His ass stretched out the shorts as he stepped onto the scale and nervously watched it click up before resting on 187.
"Goddamn it"
"Damn man, bigger than you were before"
"Shut up, its your turn now"
Sam inwardly was way more nervous than Zac had been, especially in the really tight shorts he was under no illusion that he wasn't going to like the number. His excessive gluttony was being carried right in gut. His legs were soft and thickening and his ass was softer than he could ever remember it being. The elastic shorts were at max but still dug into his sides and underbelly and enhanced the thick jiggly lovehandles he was growing. His bellybutton was probably an inch to an inch and a half thick with the growth of his stomach and his soft gut pooched out well further than even Zac's, their waistlines were probably comparable now - his may even be bigger though his butt was less muscular and therefore smaller. Just the movement of hopping on the scale was enough to cause a noticeable jiggle in his gut, Zac didn't say anything but even his back fat particularly at his obliques was quivering slightly. His feet curled and he looked away as the number settled before hearing Zac giggle softly. He looked down and couldn't believe it. He was 163 pounds, he was truly shocked. 33 damn pounds in a scarily short amount of time.
"Well Crap"
"Oh god man, I wish I could say I was surprised but you look seriously fat and you have for a while"
"Yeah I know, I split a pair of jeans the other night trying to get them on"
"Not surprised man"
Sam tried to suck in his gut and while it didn't stick out when he tried he still looked hopelessly soft and flabby. Zac tried the same and his muscular frame really showed through, his chest was still broad and arms thick but it was undeniable that he had let himself go. Zac was the ex jock who was getting fat in the offseason while Sam was the skinny swimmer boy who broke his metabolism, got addicted to food and was getting truly chubby. The boys still shirtless studied themselves silently for a little bit, Sam especially was adjusting to his new body, he missed his rippling abs and 28 inch waist.
Eventually the guys decided to leave and talked about dieting, Sam especially wanted to lose the "damn gut" but Zac was less enthused, last time he had tried he had ended up even bigger. Nevertheless within the hour Sam emerged in his running gear ready to go. It wasn't exactly an athletic sight, the white shirt outlined his belly slightly, particularly around his broadening belly button and showed a bit of love handle, it was way too small and was probably going to ride up on him as he ran.
Zac considered going but decided to leave it, he didn't have to wait long before he found out how it went though. Sam was back beetroot and covered in sweat within 25 minutes, the white shirt in particular clung to him and showed a full inch of skin as his lower belly fat bulged out over the top of his shorts. He pulled it down and tried to play it off as a good run but it was obvious how much of struggle it had been for him.
Eventually Sam's new found enthusiasm was contagious and Zac tried again to lose weight with him. Eventually they actually started to see some results and around two months later there was a noticeable difference. Sam still looked flabby and soft all over but his gut had shrunk back a little bit, he was down nearly 10 pounds at 153ish, still 23 pounds heaver then he used to be but it was better than nothing, he wasn't splitting pants anymore which was good he supposed. Zac had lost about the same but didn't really look that different, he was still not much under 180 pounds and still was too big for his clothes, even the ones bought after gaining a bit.
The weight loss continued, with Sam going to increasingly extreme lengths to shed pounds, with an increasingly restrictive diet instead of exercise, Zac was still eating a fair bit but focused more on the exercise so he wasn't loosing that quickly. Pretty soon Sam found himself at 144 pounds but his way of losing weight had taken a toll of sorts on him. Despite only being 14 pounds heavier than his original weight he looked to have lost the majority of his non-essential muscle - basically he was incredibly skinny fat looking. His shoulders and arms were thin but soft and his chest was flat apart from the fat bulging out into small moobs. His gut was smaller but looked flabbier and bulged out and jiggled with every movement he made - his body fat % would probably not be that much lower than it had been 20 pounds heavier, at least half probably more of the weight loss had been his trim swimmer muscles, long gone from both his laziness and restrictive dieting. However he ignored that and only looked at the number of the scale despite the fact that his clothes particularly pants weren't really getting any looser.
Zac settled down at around 170 pounds and stayed there for a while Sam was stuck at 140 pounds, and starting to realise that he was almost in worse shape than he had been at the beginning - the crazy diet was also starting to crack he had been taking the occasional cheat day more and more lately.