chapter 20

20.
Anice grinned and looked up from the scale.

“Well I have to say, I didn’t plan for this…”

It was August, and the year that Tom had to lose one hundred and five pounds was up. He and Jasmine frowned at Anice, sporting identical crossed arms over their paunches. Anice thought it was incredibly cute. As had become a familiar routine by this point, both Tom and Jasmine stood nearly naked on the tile floor of their shared bathroom. They had been weighed, and neither were thrilled with how they looked. Each of them looked soft and chubby, but their weights had gone through different trajectories in the last year.

“Just spit it out, sis,” Jasmine said with venom, which with her chubby cheeks coming back came off as adorable instead of a threat.

“Quit playing with us, you’ve had your fun.” Tom wasn’t as visibly upset as Jasmine was, but his tone was fed up enough that Anice knew she had to cut her enjoyment short.

“Alright, alright. 201.4 for Tom, and 205.9 for Jazzy.”

At first there was shocked silence. Well, the shock might have only been coming from Jasmine. While annoyed with this whole bet, Tom didn’t seem in the least bit thrown off by not reaching his goal. He had managed to shed over fifty pounds, but still weighed in at a cool 51 pounds over what he needed to get to. It was eyebrow-raising. This fit in with his pattern of behavior since last fall.

Tom had completed his workouts and ate what amounted to rabbit food day in day out, but still wasn’t close to matching Jasmine’s insane weight loss. As Anice knew he wouldn’t. It didn’t matter how hard Tom tried, without a stimulant to aid him there was only so much his body could process. His eight pound a month loss should have been frustrating him, but like today, there was hardly a reaction. He robotically kept going through the motions. It was the one part of Anice’s plan that hadn’t gone as she had drawn out.

‘It’s almost like… no, there’s no way.’

Before Anice could let the thought play out she was distracted by a loud smack.

“I can’t have gained back fifty five pounds. I just can’t have…” Jasmine clapped her regrown paunch, so much softer than before, and jiggled it miserably. Tears beaded at the corners of her eyes. The mania that had powered Jasmine’s initial weight loss had just about undone it. The fast food she had tempted Tom with for months ended up in her growing tummy, and worse, had learned to eat past the adderall. Now that appetite killer no longer worked Jasmine was back to eating with abandon. She was still down from her high of 250, but Anice had to admit she was impressed that Tom had stuck her out to get to this point. They looked about as fat as each other now, but with all the exercise it was obvious Tom was more muscular.

“So what now? I might not have lost it all, but she’s heavier than me,” Tom said, sinking a finger into Jasmine’s side and letting out a vicious laugh he must have waited months for.

“This wasn’t covered by the rules.”

Anice pursed her lips and thought. It was true, she hadn't thought to add a clause for Jasmine gaining back weight in the time Tom had to lose it. They were essentially at the same point now. And if Anice was being perfectly honest with herself, she didn’t care. She wanted to have fun with her fat boyfriend, wanted an end to this long charade. Anice had gotten what she wanted from this bet, and so much more. She had fed and fattened up her boyfriend into the perfect piggy, then watched drooling as he built up his arms and chest. Tom looked beefy and strong now, replacing his former jogger physique. With a stubborn belly clinging around his middle, Anice had to stop herself from ripping his pants off whenever he strolled around shirtless. Jasmine finally had a job now, and though she needed a stint in rehab the habits she had worked on during her diet had really gotten her life together. Anice was the true winner here. Now that she had what she wanted though…

“Tie!”

Anice shot her hands out and jiggled the two tubby bellies in front of her. Tom and Jasmine cocked a brow and glanced at each other.

“Tie?” they said, “what do you mean, tie?”

“I think you’ve both shown each other what you’re made of, besides, this has gone on for long enough. I’m bored.”

“You’re a bitch is more like!” Jasmine cried, waddling out of the room. Anice only giggled. She drew near Tom and patted his belly while rubbing his arms.

“So… how long did you know?”

Tom’s eyes flashed for a moment, but realization was quick.

“After I got to 255, well, I had suspected the 20 pounds leading to it. Most girls don’t grind themselves on fat guts to get off.”

Anice blushed and looked away.

“Well, uhhh. Hmm. Was I that obvious?”

Tom grinned.

“I didn’t know why your sex drive was so high, until the diet started. Then it all clicked. I had always wanted to do a serious bulk, and seeing Jasmine freak was a nice bonus. Thanks for ending this madness by the way.”

Anice looked back into Tom’s eyes, a small, hopeful smile on her lips.

“So you’re not too mad? I love how you look, baby. If you were thin, or fat I don't care, or… uh. Well, it’s been hard to stop myself lately.” Anice felt her face start to burn and squeezed Tom’s bicep, now rivaling the width his thigh had been before this whole mess had started. Tom broadened and put his other arm around her.

“So, you like? You don’t want me to be a total pig then?” Anice didn’t return his gaze for a moment. Tom had never seen her so flushed.

“Can... can you keep some of the belly, at least?”

Anice never felt insecure like this, she felt like an embarrassed school girl asking it. Tom grinned and flexed for her, then poked his paunch and jiggled it.

“I uhh, have a secret too. Your devious, I'll admit all the fat talk got to me. I… liked it when you grab it, play with it, call me names.”

It was like a glacier melted in Anice’s heart. For so long she had hidden her desires from this man, from herself. As they embraced, both knew this was the closest they had been in a long time. They might have stayed like that for hours had a certain grumbling interrupted.

“Uh oh,” Anice said, slipping her hand around Tom’s middle, “the tank is hungry.”

“Guess you gotta fill me up then. Gotta keep these guns fueled!”

Tom kissed his bicep and winked, and both of them broke out into giggles. Anice led Tom from the bathroom and toward the kitchen, still in disbelief she was this lucky.

‘I couldn’t have asked for anything more,’ she thought, whipping up a kale smoothie for herself, a bacon onion omelette for Tom.

'Well... maybe not anything.' Lips curling, Anice poured in a dash of heavy cream to the mix, then another. ‘I wouldn’t mind a teeny bit more…’


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