Chapter 9 - cheat

"Where do you want to go today?" Robyn asked, sitting her wide butt down in the passenger seat a few weeks later.

"Well, I found a place. It's a bit of a drive, but it's going to be totally worth it!" Scott smiled excitedly.

They were just pulling up in the car lot, when Robyn's cell phone buzzed in her pocket and she squealed and strained herself trying to fish it out of her tight pocket whilst constrained in the small car. "Harvey," she answered. "Everything okay?"

"Are you out with Scott?" Scott heard him say through the speaker.

"No, no," lied Robyn. "I'm at home today," she explained, looking sheepishly across at Scott, realising he must have heard.

"Why did you lie to him?" Scott asked as she ended the call a couple of minutes later.

Robyn sighed at having been caught out. "Harvey thinks you're a bad influence," she admitted, rubbing her stomach to show what she meant. "He says it's alright for you, you just seem to eat and not gain a thing. But me..." she sighed, trying to hold back the delight she obviously felt. "...Well, all it's taking its toll on me, all this food; let's just say that."

That fact was undeniable. Robyn had grown more chubby and overfed than ever. The increasing width of her, constantly impressed Scott. As she stood sideways, it seemed like her ass and stomach were competing to stretch out the furthest in the opposite directions. Her tummy was wide and soft, but the tightness of Robyn's pants always gave her rolls of belly fat that hung over her sides. Not to mention the fact that it was now a general rule that part of Robyn's ass crack was almost constantly on display.

"What has he said about that?" Scott asked, nodding towards Robyn's significantly larger belly.
"Oh," Robyn chuckled, barely constraining her delight into only a slight upturn in the corners of her mouth, "he hates this thing," she stated, rubbing her tummy. "I'm 230lbs and I was only 110 when I met him in college. I'm constantly surprised that he hasn't left me for a thinner girl," she chuckled.

"So what?" Scott said dismissively. "All girls put on a little relationship weight," he smiled, making the pathetic excuse for the greedy fat girl.

"That's what I've told him, but he's not having it. He wants me to do more exercise," she went on grumpily. "He even put this app on my phone to track how much exercise I'm doing in a day."

Scott took the cell phone and scrolled through the data. "You're not off to a good start then?" he laughed, seeing the low numbers.

"It's not really my thing," Robyn sighed, shrugging her shoulders.

"I have a better app than this," Scott went on, swiping across Robyn's cell phone and downloading his own app there and then. He punched in his login details and turned it around so that Robyn could see all the logged data and burnt calories for the last week.

Robyn politely looked at it and marvelled insincerely at the great stats. "Not bad. Now I can see why you've not put on a single pound with all of our eating trips."

"You could just stay logged into this if you wanted?" Scott suggested. "It might help keep Harvey off your back," he reasoned. "Tell him you joined a gym near work and you're going there at lunchtime."

Robyn's mind whirred and her face cracked into a conspiratorial smile. "You think that would work?" she asked.

"Yeah, there's no personal information on there. He would have to study it pretty hard to work out it was a lie," he mused aloud.

"Won't he wonder why I'm not losing weight?" Robyn asked, amused at the thought.

"Not if you carry on eating the same crap you always eat. That shouldn't be hard. But at least he will think you're making an effort..." Scott laughed.