Chapter 3 - possible date?

As soon as Ronnie left, Toby found the chance to look at himself in the mirror. All that pizza really did a number on the straining of his shirt, he made himself look like an absolute pig. And do you know what's worse? He was still hungry. 'God' he thought, 'I shouldn't have eaten so much in front of her..'. Toby shook his head. Ronnie still liked him despite of his weight, so that means something, right?

After a few minutes of debating, Toby found himself sitting back down in-front of the pizza. Of course he did, he couldn't help himself. No matter how much pounds piled on to his already chubby frame, he couldn't stop himself. And even with Harry's words lingering in his ear, calling him a 'f@tass', he still couldn't resist. He knew it was a problem, and with college next Tuesday, he needed to slim down quick, to avoid all the judgemental looks from his classmates, and maybe to make Ronnie look at him more than a friend?

As he got through half of the pizza, he remembered about the wings. He couldn't let them go to waste, besides, they smelt so good. So, after 10 more minutes, he was left with the last wing. He was now starting to get full, after 2 pizzas to himself and 12 wings. This was normal for Toby, ever since he left home, he's been eating way more. Too much more, he thought. He dreaded to go back home to see his family, his mother was a health-nut, and his father was a trainer at his local gym. They'd be devastated at seeing their already chubby son gain even more weight.

He sat back on the sofa, his hands resting on his bloated belly, "Uuug... I've really put done it this time." He sighed, gently shaking his stomach, "I'm going the completely wrong way about losing weight.." Truth is, Toby had terrible self-control, listening to his stomach over his own better judgement. He tugged down on the now tight t-shirt. 'Time for another wardrobe upgrade' he sighed, and with that, he got a notification on his phone. From Ronnie.

He sat up straight on the sofa, ignoring the added weight on his lap. He began to read the message. 'Hi Toby! I found your account on insta and thought I'd reach out and wonder if you want to go out somewhere tomorrow, like the mall?'

"Yes!" He said, audibly, and immediately texted back, 'sounds good, Ronnie. What time should we meet? C:' This was amazing. HE felt amazing. The only thing worrying him was about what he was going to wear. He was pretty sure we was wearing the only shirt that was comfortable on him. He found himself staring at his phone, waiting for a response. Was that making him seem too desperate? He'd never gone out with a girl before, never mind a girl as beautiful as Ronnie Beck. 'PING'. Another text! 'Around 12? Maybe we can hit the food court?C:' Toby groaned, 'does she not know how much I eat? I'll embarrass us both.' He thought, his face dropping, as if he needed any more food. But, as if he was going to turn down going out with Ronnie tomorrow, so obviously he replied enthusiastically, 'Absolutely! Can't wait.' Hopefully he wasn't too enthusiastic....

He put his phone down to the side, smiling, "Looks like I've got a date!"

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Ronnie smiled, staring at Toby's 'Absolutely! Can't wait' text, another chance to be with Toby. She instantly began picking out her next outfit to wear, she wanted to look good for the tubby boy. Finally, she picked out a floral yellow crop top with tiny shorts. She knew she looked good.


She simply just couldn't wait for tomorrow to see Toby! And couldn't wait to see what he was wearing.

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Toby was finding a harder time finding an outfit to wear tomorrow. They were either too small and made his belly peek out at the bottom or scruffy looking. He could always wear a jacket over one, though. Finally, he found a white t-shirt which contained his extra flab, though made all of his assets even more obvious like his love handles and softened moobs. His worst nightmare. He can barely handle his belly, but his softened 'pecs' as he liked to believe, were his worst feature, and they were right on view.


He grabbed his belly, sighing, he had to wear a jacket despite the weather forecast saying it would be 30°c tomorrow. His top wasn't the least of his problems, either. His jeans were extremely tight, exaggerating his love handles. 'Jacket it is' he thought.

He got changed out of his outfit, and decided to get some sleep, hoping to speed up his 'date' with Ronnie, although he knew it was just a friendly gesture, and with that, he sent Ronnie another text, 'goodnight, see you tomorrow.'