chapter 5

Liz had spent five months total embracing the lifestyle of a boxer and enduring a strict salad with oil and vinegar diet. For all her suffering, Liz’s body had shrunken. Her convex stomach had decreased a few inches or so, her arms had grown a less ample, her double chin was receding, as were her thunder thighs and her chubby butt cheeks. She was still at 181 pounds, but it was a big step up from where she’d been two months ago at 198 pounds.

However, as before, Mel was ahead in the game. Five months spent as a couch potato on the Krispy Kreme diet had a big impact on her formerly fit figure. She had felt the changes to her body as time passed every second of every day.

She felt like a sumo wrestler.

As she sat on the couch and played Liz’s new copy of Tomb Raider, her love handles pressed against the sides of her grey sweatpants. Jeans were too uncomfortable nowadays for her plumper lower body. Whenever she walked, she could feel a shockwave run up her body that shook her flesh. Her calves and thighs had grown rather thick, as had her once prized arms. The upside was that her breasts had gone up a size, but that was it. She was, at the moment, 173 pounds, only eight pounds away from Liz.

She should have been mortified, but being officially chubby hadn’t stopped her from plopping down on her increasingly comfortable loveseat to play games while her partner did an average of fifty sit-ups, fifty pushups, and fifty squats before breakfast.

“You done yet?” Mel inquired not taking her eyes off the screen.

“Ten more.” Liz wheezed, as she bent down into another squat and tried to power through.

Pausing the game to check on Liz’s progress, Mel folded her arms over her gelatinous stomach and smiled once Liz completed her morning circuit, “That’s good Liz! Do you wanna get breakfast at the café today?”

“That’s like four blocks away…” Liz pouted craving something to eat now.

“We can uber.” Mel reminded her. She wasn’t keen on walking four blocks right now either.

“That’s right.” Liz chuckled, as she looked upon her chubby girlfriend with pride. It was amazing how lazy Mel had become in only a few months. Deciding to tease her lover, Liz added, “We don’t want you getting too much exercise now do we?”

“We wouldn’t want that.” Mel echoed in sarcastic fashion, “God forbid.”

“Alright, let’s do the café.” Liz decided before mentioning with a hint of sadness, “I haven’t had one of their muffins in forever.”

“No sweets Liz.” Mel sighed in annoyance.

“Pleaseeeee!” Liz begged, as Mel got a good look of her.

Liz had made tremendous progress with her weight loss…

Feeling compelled to please her lover, Mel reluctantly backed down, “Alright. You’ve earned it. One muffin. C’mon let’s go.”

About ten minutes later, the couple reached the café. Mel ordered her usual coffee, and a water for Liz. Liz ordered a broccoli omelet for herself, and a colossal order for Mel. Among Mel’s order was a western omelet with extra cheese, hash browns, bacon, a cream cheese bagel, and a side of scrapple.

As Mel and Liz waited for their orders, Mel parked her hefty booty upon the nearest seat she could find. She’d gotten so used to sitting down that she hadn’t even asked Liz for her opinion. Why would she stand and wait for food when she could sit?

Mel partially understood now why Liz had been so reluctant to work out with her all those times. Sitting, since she’d gotten so plump, felt strangely relaxing, strangely comfortable. Her butt no longer ached from sitting down on firm chairs, like the one she was sitting on now, like it had with her muscular rear-end. She could get used to this.

However, she knew once this whole arrangement was done, she’d return to her normal lifestyle. And such a sensation would become an ancient memory, forgotten by years and years of time. But… in the moment, it wasn’t so bad.

Reaching for Liz’s hand, Mel pulled her lover upon her lap and marveled at how much lighter she’d become, “You’ve really lost a lot of weight Liz.”

“I know, I can tell.” Liz smirked, as she enjoyed the way Mel’s belly was pressing against the side of her hip.

“You’re looking great,” Mel added, smiling so much her dimples showed.

“So are you,” Liz laughed playfully patting her lover’s thick tummy.

“Very funny,” Mel mumbled blushing slightly.

“No, really!” Liz mumbled, “You look gorgeous!”

‘What’s she trying to do? Butter me up? Or tease me?’ Mel pondered before snarling, “If you’re trying to shower me with complements so I’ll go easy on you, forget it.”

“C’mon! I think I’ve earned more than one muffin…” Liz began to say, clearly unhappy that Mel had caught onto her little scheme.

“The agreement is final, Liz! Face facts! I’m not letting you off easy. At all.” Mel snapped.

“Fine, fine,” Liz mumbled, as a waitress brought their order to the table and quickly hurried away to grab the customary complementary basket of mini muffins.

Once the waitress dropped off the basket of warm mini blueberry muffins, Liz reached for one, but she was too slow. Before her fingers could grab hold of their target, Mel snatched the basket.

“What the hell!?” Liz stammered, scandalized.

“Diet, Liz, remember?” Mel responded, taking a bite of out a muffin while she clutched the basket with both hands, and chewed obscenely.

Liz reached for a second muffin, only for Mel to turn away and keep the basket out of her reach.

“Mean fat ass,” Liz mumbled, reaching for another muffin out of the five remaining, only for Mel place the entire basket onto her lap.

“I have to get rid of all temptation, Liz!” Mel pointed out, smirking, “so get back to eating your broccoli omelet.”

“You said I earned a muffin!” Liz grunted feeling robbed.

“I changed my mind, eat your omelet and see if you still want one.” Mel ordered, but Liz wasn’t backing down. Not this time.

“Knowing you, there won’t be any muffins left by the time I finish my omelet!” Liz accused, while she reached over and pinched her lover’s chubbier cheeks.

“Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it. Eat your omelet.” Mel spat, as she swatted her lover’s hand away and resumed her ravenous attempts to make the complementary mini muffins disappear.

“This omelet looks like it’s made out of plastic.” Liz pouted, as she played with her food with her fork.

“Probably is,” Mel mumbled, while she munched through two muffins, one in each hand.

“You know something, Mel?” Liz asked, “I think you’ll make a nice fatty.”

“What?” Mel questioned with her mouth obscenely full.

“You are a natural born glutton,” Liz giggled. She loved the way Mel’s cheeks were puffing out from all the food she was chomping on at once.

“Maybe I should take the omelet too,” Mel mumbled, shaking her head so her subtle double chin jiggled slightly.

“I think you’re fatter than me now,” Liz teased feeling increasingly excited by Mel’s gluttonous display.

“I’m lighter.” Mel stoutly refuted Liz’s claim. In her mind, Liz was still the fat one in the relationship.

“And shorter.” Liz argued, as she reached over and poked her lover’s soft love handle.

It was true, she was shorter. Mel couldn’t deny it.

“Well, you’ve been fatter longer.” Mel muttered unable to let Liz have the pleasure of winning this argument.

“Yeah, but you’re gaining faster.” Liz hummed, while her hands reached down past the basket of muffins and squeezed Mel’s thick thigh.

“Alright, well, let’s see what happens!” Mel laughed, feeling slightly excited by the way Liz was aggressively touching her in public. Trying to keep her focus, Mel held her head high so her thicker chin didn’t look so pudgy, “We’ll see what you’re saying once I return to my normal, beautiful self after this arrangement is over.”

“You are beautiful, though,” Liz purred, as her hand reached Mel’s inner thigh, “So cute and cuddly!”

Squeezing her thick thighs together to block Liz’s hand from reaching its destination, Mel hissed, “Alright, just wait ‘til we get home!”

“Did you… just agree with me?” Liz cooed delightfully surprised.

“I guess.” Mel reluctantly admitted, as she picked up another muffin and returned her focus to her food.

“Hmm.” Liz hummed in contentment before thinking, ‘that was easy…’