chapter 2

The next morning was a Saturday, normally a day where Mel and Liz cuddled in bed and watched TV until noon. However, on this day, Mel was uncharacteristically woken up by Liz rather early.

“Mhh, what is it?” Mel groggily questioned. She was useless without her morning coffee.

Grinning broadly, in triumph, Liz said, “It’s the first day of our new deal. You remember what that means right?”

“Pound for pound, you’ve got to lose exactly what I gain, right?” Mel replied, as their conversation yesterday returned to the forefront of her mind. Then the dirty blonde recalled how their bedroom escapades afterward had been overflowing with an unusual excitement. Was it because of their new deal?

Mel thought it was possible, it would certainly change the dynamic they’d had going for the last couple of years. Maybe the prospect of change was exciting? Mel certainly wasn’t afraid of the change she was going to have to endure. Rather, she saw it as a time to relax, indulge, and have her lazy girlfriend develop some positive new habits. Besides, Mel knew that with her determination, she’d lose all the weight no problem after she’d gained it. Plus, she’d ensure Liz remained at that low, perfect weight she found so appealing. Mel grinned, feeling a strange excitement enthrall her yet again.

“Right, I’m in charge of how you eat and exercise, you’re in charge of how I eat and exercise until we switch weights.” Liz clarified, as Mel nodded in agreement. Smirking with satisfaction, Liz added smugly, “Let’s go to McDonalds for breakfast.”

“Alright fineee,” Mel sighed, “Just don’t expect to eat all that much.”

“Oh, I won’t,” Liz said with a mischievous look in her eyes.

…

As a personal opinion, Mel did enjoy the occasional cheeseburger at a fast-food restaurant, but she knew Liz absolutely loved it, and not just occasionally either. It only took them a matter of minutes to drive to the nearest McDonalds. Mel ordered Liz a meager breakfast salad and in return Liz ordered her the most fattening assortment of fast-food Mel could imagine. Mel was given a large order of fries, two hash browns, a rather large double quarter pounder with cheese, and a large refillable cup of coke.

“Y’know, this breakfast probably has enough calories to nourish a family of four, right?” Mel complained, despite the meal in front of her smelling pretty appealing.

“Y’know this salad probably has enough calories to nourish a family of four… ants.” Liz complained in an even more sour tone than Mel.

“Hope you enjoy it,” Mel hummed with a slight insidious grin on her beautiful face as she then sipped delicately at her coke and added, “Are you excited to start losing weight?”

“Are you excited to start gaining weight?” Liz combatively replied, taking another bite out of her meager salad.

“Not particularly, but who knows, it might be fun.” Mel teased, as she picked up one of her hash browns and stuck it between her thick double quarter pounder patties.

Spying what Mel was doing with her food, Liz chuckled, “Don’t forget to add some extra ketchup.”

“Hmhm! How could I forget?” Mel giggled, as she took her fat girlfriend’s advice and smothered her now colossal burger in no less than four extra packets of ketchup.

Mel began her burger slowly, taking small bites around the edges at first. She was trying to avoid having the excess ketchup spill out everywhere, but it was a losing battle. As Mel continued eating, she began to get messy. Ketchup got on her hands, her lips, her napkins. All the while, Liz looked on at her girlfriend’s sloppy display and nibbled away at her salad.

As Mel approached the last few bites of her burger, the pleasurable taste she had been enjoying was starting to be overcome by a wave of disgust growing within her stomach. Perhaps it was the grease of the burger starting to catch up with her. Feeling thirsty, Mel took a sip of her sweet coke and realized she’d hardly touched her drink.

A few gulps of coke later and Mel wasn’t feeling any better, in fact she was feeling worse, she could feel her tight stomach beginning to bloat. Her visible six-back was beginning to arch outward, her jean shorts were beginning to feel tight around her pert waist.

Noticing her girlfriend preoccupied with her struggle, Liz used the gap in Mel’s attention to smother her plastic looking salad with so much calorie dense creamy dressing that it probably lost all its nutritional value.

As the two continued eating, Mel polished off her burger, stuffed the last of her other hash brown into her mouth and was beginning to eat her fries one by one when she finally reached her stomach’s limit. As this point, she’d become indifferent to the salty taste, her tummy simply couldn’t fit anymore junk inside of it.

Seeing Mel slow down and lean back in her chair, Liz complained, “You’re not giving up, are you?”

“Bleh… I’m too full… I feel like I’m gonna hurl…” Mel exaggerated, as she clutched her bloated stomach in discomfort.

“Come on, I finished my salad. You can finish your meal. Besides, you haven’t even made it to your dessert.” Liz teased, while Mel felt her stomach twist.

‘Dessert???’ Mel thought to herself in horror.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. *Urrp!*” Mel spat with a stout belch.

“Wow, you never burp!” Liz gushed amazed at what just transpired.

“All that soda’s making me gassy…” Mel blushed in embarrassment.

“Did you finish it?” Liz wondered,

“My coke? Yeah. *Burp!*” Mel belched yet again.

“Hmhmhm! Come on, finish those fries so you can have dessert!” Liz urged.

Mel didn’t know what was going through Liz’s mind right now. Surely this torture was some sort of trick, right? Was Liz trying to intimidate her into calling off their agreement? Well, it wasn’t going to work! Summoning her athletic resolve, Mel forced herself to finish her large order of fries. Her determined effort was rewarded with two of McDonald’s baked and fried apple pies and one large chocolate milkshake for dessert.

Mel felt her filled stomach. It felt firm to the touch, and quite rounded. She felt rather lethargic in her seat, her fingers covered with grease. Her mouth stained with ketchup. Yet, as if in a trance, Mel ushered more food down her throat. Despite the pain, Mel didn’t stop until she’d vanquished every last drop of food Liz had piled in front of her.

“Was that tastier than expected?” Liz asked, smiling.

“I feel like I’m about to start sweating grease… You’re gonna have to roll me home…” Mel muttered completely immobilized in her seat by her sorely stuffed stomach.

Mel’s food-baby was amazing to behold. Normally Mel only overate this much on holidays like Thanksgiving, or Christmas. Liz was amused, her fit boxer girlfriend looked like the was three months pregnant!

…

Half an hour later, the lovebirds returned to their apartment and it was Mel’s turn to make Liz suffer.

“Now you have to exercise,” Mel proudly proclaimed with a slight pent up edge to her voice, “while I watch!”

“That’s kinda cruel…” Liz complained still feeling hungry from her meager breakfast.

“Haha, too bad for you!” Mel began laughing, but stopped soon after as she felt the food she just ate rise into her throat. She swallowed again before she could upchuck, but still felt an acidic taste fill her mouth.

“You okay?” Liz asked noticing Mel’s discomfort.

“I’ll be okay once I see you start some calisthenics.”

“Calisthenics?” Liz uttered looking puzzled by the strange word.

“Calisthenics? Y’know, aerobics? Exercises?” Mel asked, incredulous, as she wobbled her way to the couch and plopped down, “Just move the coffee table and lay down.”

“Why don’t you move it?” Liz complained.

“Oh, I would love to,” Mel said smirking, while she patted her massively stuffed belly for emphasis, “but I carried out my end of the bargain, now it’s your turn.”

Liz shook her head and conceded, “Alright, I’ll do it. I see how it is.”

Mel scratched her hard stomach contently, as Liz heaved the heavy coffee table out of the way to clear a patch for herself on the carpet. After some stretching, Mel watched with pleasure as her obese girlfriend struggled to do a grand total of six sit ups and two pushups on demand.

Mel sighed, her annoyance evident, “C’mon! Can’t you do any better? How about squats?”

“Squats? Come on! I’m trying, alright?” Liz pleaded, “But it’s so hard!”

“Make more of an effort!” Mel snarled, “I’m not gaining a hundred pounds of fat just to watch you complain! Now get to it you deep fried couch potato!”

Liz growled at that last comment, “Alright, squats it is… drill sergeant…”

“Watch that attitude Liz.” Mel cautioned, “Otherwise I might not reward you after your workout.”

“Reward?” Liz hummed suddenly very curious, “What kind of reward?”

Knowing sex was probably the best tool she had to motivate her lazy girlfriend, Mel replied in a suggestive tone, “Hopping back into bed and spreading those thick thighs for me lover.”

Never before had Liz felt herself getting excited for squats…