chapter 5

Rose whisked Kenny over to her place after dinner. To her surprise he ate a huge steak and even ordered dessert. Rose thought it was cute that he struggled to get down such a small plate in her own estimation. But if it was up to her, and it definitely looked that way, Kenny would soon be devouring that amount as food as an appetizer, before the real meal arrived.

"So", said Rose the moment her apartment door shut behind them two, "Okay stud go weigh yourself. The scale's in my bathroom."

"Wow, you get really turned on by this weight gaining thing don't you?", asked Kenny teasingly.

"You have no fucking idea", said Rose matter of factly, "Now up, up."

Kenny did as instructed and the sale's digital voice read off 218lbs".

"Holy shit, that means I gained at least 3 lbs tonight".

"Its okay, but I've seen better. Good job, because if you ever wanna fuck me, the number on that scale better be higher than it was the last time you weighed in, or no sex, understand."

"Sure", agreed Kenny eagerly.

"Now , strip down. Gotta see what we're working with here, Stud", Rose teased as she flicked through her desktop for images of Chistian Williamson at his "thinnest".

"Wow", thought Rose to herself looking over her best friend's naked body. Standing tall, Kenny was long and lean. Yes, he was muscular, but mostly wiry and trim, except for his distended belly which much to Rose's chagrin, still showed defined ab muscles even in his current state of engorgement.

"Well Kenny, from what I'm looking at, you've got your work cut out for you, huh", chuckled Rose.

"What do you mean?", asked Kenny.

"Well, the director Melborne Pederson might know a thing or two about directing, but when he suggested that you only gain twenty pounds to look like this", she said as she spun her screen around to display a pudgy Chrostian Williamson with his gold medal around his neck and his flabby belly spilling over his shot put shorts.

"Oh my God. I see what you mean, he's pretty well muscled, but he's got some chunk to him", nodded Kenny in agreement.

"Its not only that Kenny, look at his belly. Its saggy from losing all that weight and it's got stretch marks.

"Oh my God, you're right. Holy shit, I'm fucked".

"Well hold your horses, it's not impossible but its gonna take some real effort on your part."

"Sure", said Kenny enthusiastically, willing to accept any advice that might keep his would be Oscar in sight, "But how, just look at those love handles and stretch marks, fuck!"

"Relax Kenny, its doable, but you're gonna first of all have to gain 50lbs"

"50lbs?", said Kenny incredulously

"Yes, 50lbs, and I wasn't done. 50lbs in three weeks". Kenny was about to interrupt again before Rose stopped him dead with one raised eyebrow. "That rapid weight gain should give your plenty of love handles and more than your fair share of stretch marks, I promise. Then you'll go on a crash diet for the week leading up to your shoot. Your body will loose some weight and you should still have enough chub to give you thick lovehandles and an empty and saggy belly. Trust me."