chapter 7 - game, set, match

She arrived at my place with donuts. Before I had a chance to take in her new appearance, she opened up the box and took a jelly filled pastry. She threw the box onto my living room table, and my eyes finally permitted themselves to truly look at her. She appeared skinny at first glance, but everyone my eyes landed was bigger than I remembered. Her previously skinny arms now had a small, but noticeable layer of fat around them. Her pot belly had grown to cover her sides as well. Her thighs just barely avoided touching. She was bigger, wider, more voluptuous. Everything a man could desire.

“Muh oyes uh…” she went ahead and swallowed the donut that she was now just about three quarters through. “My eyes are up here!” She said, teasingly. “Sorry! You’re just too beautiful…” I said back with a slight laugh. She polished up the donut as she approached me and then placed my hand on her stomach. Looking down at me and displaying an emerging double chin, she said: “I know what that means!” She sat down and took off her tight button up shirt. She breathed outward after getting it off, making her belly lurch forward and noticeably bulge over her pants.

Grabbing a handful of her stomach, she said: “I really didn’t plan on this. But, feeding you all last semester, I just couldn’t stop thinking about food all break. I let myself indulge one time, but that one time became daily, then became constantly. I loved it too much to stop. I piled on 10 pounds and nothing has made me feel more complete. I’m still nervous, but, I think we could help each other out…” She pushed the donut box over towards me and I instinctively took one. “You look like you haven’t eaten anything since last semester. I would wilt under the social pressure of this school without you. We both want to be big…I think we should play a game.”

I finished the donut. “What kind of game?” I said. “Whoever gains the most weight wins!” “Wins what?” “Doesn’t matter. Glory. A favor from the other party…anything.” She got up, grabbed a donut, and joyfully spat out “follow me if your game!” I followed her example and found my way to the bathroom scale. April tore off her pants and hopped on the scale. “157! That’s a BMI of about…24” she said, smiling. I stripped to my underwear to match her and weighed myself as well. “175! BMI of 25!” she happily stated. “We have till the end of the semester to make ourselves unrecognizable…” she said tranquilly as she began to make her way back to the living room. “Ready. Set. Go!”

We rushed back to the table and began to try and eat the donuts as quick as possible. I was out of my element, and she was ravenous. She rapidly pulled one donut ahead, then two, and we finished 7-5 in her favor. April fell backwards into the couch, panting. “You’re gonna have to do better than that!” She spat out, rubbing her taut stomach. I took over the rubbing, “I didn’t know I would have such stiff competition…” she let out a small burp. “I’m in it to win it!” “I know! I know! Do you want anything else?” “I think I need to sleep now…store my calories…” we kissed goodnight and I helped her into bed. Meanwhile, I cracked open some ice cream and got to work.