Well, she did like eating all that food, and she wasn't looking forward to going back to the gym. She patted her belly, looking at it in the mirror. Hmm, to have that all the time. Well, true, she would have to buy new clothes. But when has shopping ever been a bad thing? And Cole *wanted* her to eat more, exercise less and shop for a whole new wardrobe? She could definitely see the benefits. But then, again, she would be putting on weight. It wasn't like flipping a light switch. If she gained weight now, she'd spend months working it off again, if she had to. Could she really do that? Just pile on the pounds like that?
She looked at herself. A slim waist and a slim face, she was drawn to the sight of that swollen belly of hers, again and again. She tried to see what Cole saw in the idea of her being fattened up like a pig. A picture came to mind of herself on her hands and knees on the bed, almost naked, her belly nearly touching the bed anyway, trying to be seductive. Pendulous breasts looking ready to just pop out of a much too tight C-cup bra, arms the size her legs used to be, and a plump, round face. The cheeks looked like they were full of jelly, her double chin wobbled as she spoke and her bottom lip was so full and quivering, it looked like she was pouting all the time. It was certainly an interesting sight. She was torn between being put off, and being curious what might feel like just to be that size.
"All, right. I guess that its okay. If you want to see me fat, then fat is what you'll get." Phoebe made her decision. "It's could be interesting, I think."
"I'm so very glad to hear you say that." Cole replied.
"But how fat do you want to see me, anyway?" Phoebe asked.
"Well, you know I've always had a soft spot for, oh, about 250lbs."
"At 250lbs, I would think anyone would have 'a soft spot'. Or more than one.