chapter 5

5.
The rest of the month proceeded in similar fashion as the start. Anice and Jasmine watched on as Tom stuffed, or attempted to stuff himself to the brim at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. All Tom focused on was getting as much down as possible at his meals. He could hardly stay awake after them, let alone stand thoughts of snacks or caloric reinforcement. Anice held her tongue all the while, deciding to just enjoy the show for now. As their weigh in day finally came, the two sisters practically sang with excitement. Tom just felt sick from anticipation and overeating.

“Let’s see how heavy our little piggy’s gotten!” Anice cried, poking Tom’s still flat stomach. He glowered at her, she was getting way too into this.

“Yea right. Piggy? He would be the runt of the litter!” Jasmine laughed heartily as Tom took off his shirt. As he stared into the bathroom mirror he hated to admit she was right. Other than the nausea he was still fighting through, no one would have been able to tell he had just been eating like a pig for a month. He still had his abs, and his defined biceps. There was maybe a bit less boniness around his ribs, but all in all, there was no way he had gained anything significant.

“Up you go,” Anice said, snapping Tom’s boxers and patting his bum to get him on the scale. After one last exasperated look Tom stepped up, stomach growling madly. That was yet another change. The girls unexpectedly cut his food off after yesterday’s lunch, and he felt it.

“Can’t have you claiming undigested food as blubber, now can we?” Jasmine had quipped. Tom had practically cried with relief. He was well and truly sick of needing to eat past fullness multiple times a day. He felt right then he would never be hungry again, but shockingly he was ravenous by dinner. Tom felt genuinely upset when Anice refused to let him eat anything at all, citing ‘scale accuracy’, and the hunger had grown intense. Sleeping had been spotty, and now, after he had used the bathroom of course, he practically felt hollow. Tom nodded, hopped on the scale, and closed his eyes. For a second, there was silence.

“Wow…” Jasmine said.

“I can’t believe it,” came from Anice. Tom’s eyes lit up. Had he actually done it? Was he just so skinny the weight didn’t show? He felt an odd sensation in his crotch at thinking he had actually purposefully made himself gain weight, when a shower of mocking laughter filled the room.

“Three pounds, babe? Were you even trying?”
“I’ll be able to get through this in a week! Ha! You’re in trouble now!”

Tom looked down, and read, ‘153.3lb’ blinking back up at him. His mouth went dry, there was a fluttering in his heart. All that eating, all that discomfort, for not even five pounds? It seemed impossible. Did he have a resistance to gaining weight? Was there something wrong with the food? Everything seemed to mock him then, and the sight of Jasmine’s gleeful face only added insult. Tom was shocked to silence and Anice said what would happen next.

“Ok. Well Tom, you clocked in at a whopping gain of 3.3 pounds. Jasmine, you now have until the end of November to lose the same amount. Tom must maintain his current weight over the next month, and if he loses any needs to gain back to 153.3 before any additional pounds will count. Once Jasmine reaches her goal, we will start the next month of feedings on the 1st for skinny boy over here,” Anice reported, with a smack to Tom’s petite rear. Jasmine only continued to laugh, hands on her wobbling belly as she marched from the room. Tom stared at the reflection of his middle in silence.

“Still think you don’t need my help?”

Tom looked back to see Anice grinning at him. That knowing, confident look had become more and more commonplace over the last month. Anice didn’t seem conflicted about her boyfriend softening up, in fact she seemed to want him to pork up as quickly as possible. Anice knew a lot about stomach capacity, metabolisms… for someone so trim Tom had no idea how into food Anice was. She said it was because of her eating content obsessed brother, but still. Tom let out a frustrated sigh and looked up at the ceiling.

“Maybe I do but…”

“But what?” Another sigh.

“It’s nothing.”

Anice cooed and wrapped her hands around Tom’s stomach from behind. She knew he had yet to put on anything significant, but there was something about the space below his navel, on his sides that was just the tiniest bit softer, hardly noticeable. Anice was glad her face was hidden in her boyfriend's back, or he would have seen the devilish look dancing across her eyes.

“Oh? I don’t think it’s nothing. I think you thought you'd win this bet easily. I think you're worried you're going to get seriously chubby if you can’t nip this thing in the bud soon.”

Tom seemed to melt as soon as Anice finished her sentence.

“Yea…” he admitted. Anice chuckled throatily.

“Then let me help you. You need a trainer, someone who knows how it’s done. You might get a little tummy, but you don’t want this to get any worse, right? Jasmine can’t diet for shit, but she makes up for it with spite.”

“You could just call this thing off,” Tom mumbled. Anice giggled and flicked her man’s nipple.

“That won’t be happening, lover. Jasmine can be a lot but she’s family. I wanted you to give her a kick in the butt about her life, and if she does end up porking you up, I’ll consider that a win.”

Tom went pale for a moment, but Anice didn’t let him dangle over the cliff for long. He wasn’t ready, not yet.

“Kidding, kidding. But this is important to me, ok? Put up with this a bit longer, give it your all, and this time, do as I say and you’ll be fine.”

Tom nodded, confidence returning to his face as he looked back into the mirror. Anice traced his eyes every movement. Was he looking at his jaw to picture how a double chin would look? His chest, to imagine a pair of moobs? Or his belly, Tom never had a belly before, he must be curious to see how he would develop. Anice delighted in those moments before Tom’s gaze snapped back to her’s.

“Ok. Help me.” Anice grinned so wide she was worried she'd look like a cartoon villain.

“Are you sure? I’ll need you to be dedicated. I won’t take it easy on you. I’ll need to be completely in control of everything you eat. You won’t be able to refuse if you want to win this bet.” Tom blushed and looked down.

“Please, I don’t want this getting out of hand. Make me… so Jasmine can't match it. I’ll do whatever you say.”

Despite herself, Anice felt her eyes light up with sexual energy. Tom spoke so restrained, so repressed, totally unlike him. It called to every corner of her sex drive.

“Make you what, pi-” Anice had to grab his hand to stop herself, “make you what, Tom?”

Tom blushed a deeper shade. He squirmed in her grip, not wanting to say the words she so desperately needed to hear.

“Make me fat.”

“How fat?” Anice demanded, slipping her hand into Tom’s boxers. The slim guy covered his eyes and squeaked.

“Make me so fat Jasmine can't possibly lose it in time!”

“That’s better,” Anice cooed, spinning Tom around, ripping down his boxers, and kneeling before his stiffening cock.

“We have a lot of work to do.”