Chapter 9 - I Scream

As they strolled into the ice cream shop, Jake couldn't help but marvel at the array of flavors and toppings on display. "Damn, there's like a bazillion options here," he remarked, his eyes darting from one tantalizing treat to the next. Meanwhile, Macy sauntered up beside him, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she surveyed the menu.

"I'll take two sundaes, please," she declared with a grin, her voice dripping with anticipation.

Jake's eyebrows shot up in surprise at Macy's bold move. "You ordering for the both of us, or what?" he asked, a hint of disbelief creeping into his tone.

Macy chuckled in response, shaking her head with a playful glint in her eye. "Nope," she replied with a grin. "I need the fuel."

Jake couldn't help but laugh at Macy's cheeky response, though a hint of concern lingered in the back of his mind. "Won't that weigh you down in the rematch?" he asked, unable to resist the urge to voice his worries.

Macy grinned mischievously in response, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering. "Oh, don't worry about me," she replied with a playful wink.

But before she walked away, she leaned in close to Jake, her voice barely above a whisper. "On second thought," she murmured teasingly, "I'll might just use it as an excuse when my *** inevitably and humiliatingly loses."

Jake gulped at Macy's words, a shiver of excitement coursing through him at the thought of what lay ahead. Playing it safe, he quickly placed his order for a small cone and followed her sashaying booty to the booth.

As they waited for their treats to arrive, Macy leaned slightly closer, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You won't believe the crazy things I've been up to lately," she began, her voice tinged with excitement. "I mean, you wouldn't believe the things I've been eating," Macy exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "There was this one time I tried fried Oreos, and let me tell you, it was like a taste explosion in my mouth. And don't even get me started on the deep-fried Twinkies—I swear, I could feel my arteries clogging with each bite!"

Jake chuckled as he listened to her talk of all the delicious calories she's been consuming. "You've been really expanding your palette," he replied.

Macy grinned, taking his response as encouragement to continue. "Oh, and then there was this time I tried a bacon-wrapped grilled cheese sandwich. It was like all my guilty pleasures rolled into one—cheesy, greasy, and oh-so-satisfying. Also you won't believe what this one place serves for breakfast," she exclaimed, her eyes dancing with mischief. "Pancakes the size of dinner plates, smothered in syrup and topped with a mountain of whipped cream. And of course, I had to have a side of bacon and eggs to go with it. It is the perfect way to start the day! And, get this," Macy began, a playful twinkle in her eye. "One time, I stumbled upon this tiny hole-in-the-wall diner that served the most decadent mac and cheese I've ever tasted. And let me tell you, it was a game-changer."

"I used to avoid carbs like the plague when I was training, but now? I can't get enough of them. It was crazy," Macy began, her voice casual as she recounted her adventures in gluttony. "I mean, I never thought I'd enjoy eating so much food, but once you get into it, it's hard to stop." As Macy recounted her adventures in food, she couldn't help but notice the way Jake's eyes followed her ever word. "Speaking of training," Jake expertly segwayed with the nonchalant question, "What was your first day of the Soft 75 like?"

Macy's lips curved into a wistful smile as she reminisced about her first binge on the Soft 75 challenge. "Honestly, it was like a revelation," she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of wonder. "I remember finishing my first binge and feeling this sense of euphoria wash over me. My abs were taut, barely a hint of fat, and yet, looking back, I barely ate anything. It was like my appetite had been unleashed, and I couldn't get enough, it was like a switch flipped.

Jake raised an eyebrow, intrigued, "A switch? What do you mean?"

Macy, her voice takes on a nostalgic tone, "Suddenly, it was like my appetite exploded. I couldn't get enough food, flavors, tastes. And those gummies? They were like the cherry on top, intensifying everything. They were like a catalyst, triggering this explosion of flavor and appetite that I never knew I had. It was like I had been living in black and white, and suddenly, everything was in technicolor."

Jake: [grinning] "I still can't believe how much you've changed since then."

Macy: [Rolling her eyes] Oh, thanks for the reminder, Jake. [Teasingly] You just couldn't resist mentioning my gain, could you?

Jake: [Feigning innocence] Hey, it's not every day I see a friend trading in their abs for a belly full of Chinese leftovers.

Jake: You know, Macy, I was just thinking about the first time I saw you after spring break. [He feigns a thoughtful expression, trying to suppress a smirk.] I had that book Lola borrowed from you, and let's just say you looked a little different than I remembered.

Macy: [Raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk playing on her lips.] Oh, really? And how did I look different, pray tell?

Jake: [Chuckles] Well, let's just say there was a little extra somethin' somethin' around your midsection. [He gestures vaguely to his own stomach, trying to keep a straight face.] I believe you referred to it as a "pooch" over your abs?

Macy: [Laughs, shaking her head] Ah, yes, the infamous pooch. [She takes a playful swipe at her own belly, causing it to jiggle slightly.] Blame it on the Chinese leftovers. I just can't resist going for seconds. [She winks teasingly.]

Jake: I remember you complaining about your belly jiggling the next morning. [He smirks, recalling the memory.]

Macy: Ugh, don't remind me. [She groans dramatically, shaking her head.] That was the beginning of the end for my flat stomach.

Jake: Well, I have to admit, I don't mind the view. [He winks, grinning playfully at Macy.]

Macy: It turns out random passerby's like the view too! [She emphatically exclaims]

Macy: "So, you won't believe what happened last week," Macy began, her voice tinged with excitement. "I was trying to climb the stairs at my apartment, and I got winded halfway up. I had to take a break on the landing just to catch my breath!"

Macy: "I used to bound up stairs two at a time, but now? It's like my thighs are lead weights dragging me down. Turns out, stairs a lot harder when you've got a muffin top bouncing around with every step. I swear, I needed a nap after reaching the top!"

Jake: (Laughs) So, what happened on the steps?

Macy: (chuckling) Yeah, it was pretty embarrassing. When I stopped halfway, I pretended to tie my shoe just to catch my breath. As I was trying to tie my shoelaces, I couldn't even reach my feet! I had to sit down just to get them on. Can you imagine?

But Macy wasn't finished yet. "And after I tied them," she continued, her voice filled with a mixture of amusement and self-deprecation, "I tried to do a sit-up, and I got stuck halfway there! I had to roll onto my side like a beached whale just to get back up. It was mortifying, but also kind of hilarious."

Jake: (Amused) Oh no haha. Did people walk by and give you strange looks?

Macy: (Nods) Oh, you bet. I was sweating like a pig, huffing and puffing like I'd just run a marathon. It was mortifying! I used to be able to run miles without breaking a sweat, but now, even climbing a flight of stairs leave me out of breath and red-faced.

Jake: (chuckling) Well, you know what they say—no pain, no gain, right?

Macy: (rolling her eyes) Yeah, well, I think I'll stick to taking the elevator from now on. The only gain I got from that experience was a newfound appreciation for air conditioning.

Jake: (Jokingly) So the conclusion is stop taking the stairs and take the elevator instead?

Macy: (Chuckles) Yep, spot on. I realized I needed a break from all that unnecessary exercise.

Jake: (Teasing) Unnecessary exercise? But Macy, I thought you were all about staying fit and healthy!

Macy: (Grinning) Oh, I am! But you know, sometimes a girl just needs to give her body a rest.

Jake: You know, Macy, I couldn't help but notice you resting a lot lately and struggling with that seatbelt earlier. Been hitting the ice cream a little too hard lately?

[Macy lets out a playful laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she leans back in her chair, a coy smile playing at her lips.]

Macy: Oh, Jake, you know me—I never say no to a sweet treat. Besides, a little extra padding never hurt anyone, right?

With a sly grin, Macy decided to up the ante, subtly displaying her new belly as she leaned back in her chair, the fabric of her shirt stretching tautly over her soft curves. She watched with amusement as Jake's eyes flickered downward, lingering on the gentle swell of her stomach before darting away guiltily.

"It's crazy how quickly things can change, isn't it?" Macy remarked casually, her tone light as she continued to toy with Jake. "One minute you're a star athlete, and the next... well, let's just say I'm more of a spectator these days."

As she spoke, Macy subtly shifted in her seat, allowing her new belly to peek out from beneath her shirt. She watched Jake closely, noting the way his gaze lingered on her exposed flesh before quickly darting away. It was a small victory, but it gave Macy a sense of power that she hadn't felt in a long time.

Macy: "I swear, my clothes must be shrinking! That's the only explanation for why they're so tight, right?"
Jake: laughs nervously "Yeah, must be."

Macy shifted in her seat, her eyes glinting mischievously as she tested the waters. "So it must of been the dryer," she began, her voice dripping with sugary sweetness. "When I outgrew those old running shorts? God, I couldn't even squeeze into them without feeling like a sausage in a casing. And then, to make matters worse, I tried jumping and jiggling to get them on, and—oops!—accidentally ripped them right down the seam."

Jake chuckled nervously at Macy's vivid description, his mind conjuring up images of Macy's curvaceous figure bursting out of her too-tight clothes, while his cheeks flushing slightly as he shifted in his seat once more. It was clear that her stories were having the desired effect, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at his reaction.

"And don't even get me started on trying to squeeze into my old jeans," Macy added, a playful smirk playing at her lips. "Let's just say they're a little more snug than I remember. But hey, who needs jeans when you can wear stretchy pants all day?"

As Macy spoke, she couldn't help but notice the way Jake shifted in his seat, adjusting his pants and clearing his throat nervously. It was clear that her stories were having the desired effect, and she couldn't resist the urge to push the boundaries even further.

She reminisces about the moment she realized she had outgrown her favorite jeans: "I do miss them though. I remember I went to slide into my old pair of jeans, and let's just say, the struggle was real. I had to lay down and do some serious yoga poses just to zip them up!"

As she spoke, Jake's discomfort was palpable, his cheeks flushed as he struggled to find the right response. Macy couldn't help but revel in the power of her words, emboldened by the effect they were having on him.

Macy shot him a coy smile, her eyes dancing with mischief. She purred, her voice dripping with innuendo. "But you know what they say—bigger is better, right?"


Jake chuckled nervously at Macy's flashbacks, his discomfort palpable as he listened to her tales of indulgence. "I love bigger...I mean...yes," he replied, his voice slightly strained. "But aren't you worried about, you know, the consequences of all this...um, indulgence?"

Macy waved off his concern with a dismissive flick of her hand. "Oh, please," she scoffed, a confident smirk playing at her lips. "Life's too short to worry about calories and carbs. Besides, who needs six-pack abs when you can have a six-course meal?"

With a sly grin, Macy turned to Jake, her eyes dancing with mischief as she leaned in closer. "You seem a little uncomfortable, Jake," she teased, her voice laced with playful amusement. "Is it the stories or the cold ice cream that are making you squirm?"


[As Macy's words trail off, her voice takes on a sultry whisper, sending a shiver down Jake's spine. He tries to play it cool, but his mind is racing with thoughts of Macy's newfound curves.]

Jake: (teasingly) Well, you do seem to be carrying a bit more baggage these days. But hey, who's counting?

[Macy chuckles at Jake's jest, her gaze lingering on him with an intensity that leaves him feeling strangely flustered.]

Macy: Speaking of baggage, I was thinking about the first time I noticed that little horizontal crease in my belly. You know, the one that appears when you've had one too many scoops of ice cream?

[Jake's heart skips a beat at Macy's words, his mind immediately conjuring up images of Macy's soft, inviting curves. He tries to maintain his composure, but he can feel his pulse quickening with each passing moment.]

Jake: (playfully and nervously) Ah, yes, the infamous belly crease. I've heard it's the mark of a true ice cream connoisseur. So, what was the magic number on the scale that day?

[Macy leans in closer, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper as she reveals her secret.]

Macy: (sultrily) Let's just say I crossed the 175-pound mark that day. But who's counting, right?

"And do you know what that makes me, Jake?"

Jake's mind reeled at Macy's revelation, his thoughts consumed by the image of her lush curves and the forbidden desire that burned between them. As they sat in the dimly lit booth, the air thick with anticipation, Macy leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Jake's ear as she whispered, "Obese."

"I used to have such willpower when it came to sweets. But now? One bite of chocolate cake and I'm diving in for seconds, thirds, you name it!"

Jake let out a nervous chuckle, his eyes darting around the room as he tried to avoid Macy's gaze. But she could see the faint hint of amusement in his expression, a sign that her stories were breaking down his defenses one anecdote at a time.


As they continued to chat and enjoy their ice cream, Macy couldn't help but notice the way Jake's gaze lingered on her figure, his eyes roaming over her curves with a mixture of fascination and desire. It was a heady feeling, knowing that she had the upper hand, and Macy relished in the sensation as she pushed the boundaries of their conversation to its climax.

"So, Jake," she began, her voice laced with playful teasing. "I couldn't help but notice the way you were looking at me earlier. Is there something you want to say?"

Jake's cheeks flushed crimson at Macy's bold question, his discomfort evident as he struggled to find the right words. "I...uh...I mean..." he stammered, his words trailing off into an awkward silence.

"I have a confession to make," she began, her voice steady and sure. "The truth is, I didn't agree to do the Soft 75 challenge just for the fun of it. I did it because...well, because I saw Lola plump up, and I couldn't help but wonder if you liked bigger girls. And if you did, well...I wanted to be that girl for you."

As she spoke, Macy pushed her sundae forward, the ice cream melting in the summer heat as she waited for Jake's response. She held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she braced herself for his reaction.

"So, what do you say, Jake?" Macy asked boldy, her voice laced with a tantalizing hint of anticipation. "Do you want to feed this ex-all American athlete a fattening sundae and watch her belly burst out of a outfit?"


For a moment, there was silence as Jake processed Macy's confession. But then, to her surprise and delight, a slow smile spread across his face, his eyes twinkling with amusement and something more. "Well, Macy," he chuckled, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "if you insist on indulging, who am I to deny you the pleasure? After all, what's a little indulgence between friends?"

With a playful flick of his wrist, Jake grabbed the spoon and brought it to Macy's waiting mouth, his gaze locked on her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. As Macy eagerly accepted the spoonful of ice cream, she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the forbidden act they were about to commit.

Jake encapsulated the moment well, "Who would have thought that you, the former track star, would be indulging in such...gluttonous activities?"