After a quick shower, the boys were dressing in the pool's locker room.
"So, you never told me how that happened," said Tim, as he sucked in his belly to button up his pants.
"Tell you what happened?" asked Carl as he pulled his head through his t-shirt. Tim glanced down at his best friend's recently expanded belly which, in the bright light of the locker room, he could make out faint stretch marks around Carl's belly button.
Carl tugged his shirt down over his bare belly. "Oh yeah, that. Well, you remember my big brother Jeff, right?"
"Yeah, I haven't seen him in a while. What's he up to?"
"He's doing alright. He dropped out of electrical engineering program because he couldn't get all of the math credits. But now Jeff has his eye on culinary school."
"Culinary school? Really? Why? I never saw your brother as much of a chef."
"Neither did I. But he really got into cooking lately. I think it has something to do with all those cooking reality TV shows," Carl told Tom as he began to pull up his jeans.
"Is he any good?" ask Tim.
"He really is!" Carl said excitedly. "Last night, Jeff made this mac and cheese but with bacon and ham in it! And I may or may not have eat pretty much the entire pan..."
"Ahh..." replied Tim. "So that explains it."
"It wasn't always this way! First, he asked me to taste some of this or try some of that. Then it was 'Hey Carl, have a scoop of this!' and 'Carl, you look hungry! Have some of this!' And the next thing I know, he's making full meals...and I'm eating them."
"Why not just pass on it?" Tim asked.
"He...*umph* hates seeing food...*urg* go to waste." Carl said as he struggled to button his jeans as his pillowly belly made it nearly impossible for him to close the flaps. "And I guess...*urmph* I do too...*umph*"
"The trick is to suck it in," Tim joked as he was trying his shoe. Carl took a deep breath and sucked in his belly. His fingers nimbly buttoned his jeans up. Carl exhaled and relaxed his belly. The considerable mound of pudge swelled out to its normal size and shape. But Carl's jeans could only hold back the
"The trick is to suck it in," Tim joked as he was trying his shoe. Carl took a deep breath and sucked in his belly. His fingers nimbly buttoned his jeans up. Carl exhaled and relaxed his belly. The considerable mound of pudge swelled out to its normal size and shape. But Carl's jeans could only hold back the cascade of blubber for a moment before the button exploded off bouncing along the cold tile floor of the locker room.
"Oops..." Carl said exasperatedly. "Well, it's not like I need that button to hold up my pants with this thing..." He pinched a sizable amount of flab from him stomach and gave it a shake.
"Look, if you don't want to eat Jeff's cooking, then just say no," suggested Tim. "If he's making so much food, then it's his responsibility to find some way of giving it away instead of treating his little brother like a human garbage disposal."
"It's not just that, his food is really delicious and irresistible!" Carl pleaded. "I mean, last weekend Jeff whipped up a dozen red velvet cupcakes and I promised myself I was only going to have two. But I ended up having the rest for a midnight snack..."
"Come on, dude, it sounds like a willpower issue. I'm a big guy, but I've never devoured nearly as a dozen cupcakes in the middle of the night."
"If you don't believe me, then come over for dinner. Before I left, I saw that Jeff was preparing an absolutely gigantic lasagna. Taste for yourself how good of a chef Jeff is. Besides, I'm worried that if someone else doesn't take a sizable chunk out of that thing, then it'll eventually all end up in my belly."
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