Evan tapped his foot impatiently as he waited outside Jake's apartment. The lion tugged on the tight waistband of his green swimming trunks. He had agreed to pick up Jake at 2pm to head down to the beach to swim, the first time either of them had hit the water in nearly two weeks. It was a quarter past two, and Evan pounded on the front door once more. If nothing, then he'd turn around and head back home.
Suddenly, Evan heard the stomping of feet from the other side of the door. It flew open. The greyish lion stood there with only a towel wrapped around his waist. A thick roll of pudge sagged over. His softened chest was tugged down ever so slightly by gravity.
"There you are," Evan said, his voice lathered with annoyance. "Are you ready to g-"
"I can't go swimming today!" Jake interjected.
The cream-colored lion sighed. "I thought we made plans," he replied.
"I know, but I can't!" the grey lion pled.
"Wha-...why?"
"I just can't!" Jake said.
"But why can't you? Tell me!"
Jake look exasperated. He yanked Evan inside by the paw and slammed the down behind him. "Because of this!" The grey lion dropped the towel, exposing two meaty thighs covered in a thick layer of soft flab. His white tiny white swim trunks left little to the imagination. They appeared to be painted on his body; the seams looked ready to burst. Cheeks burning with embarrassment, Jake turned around giving Evan a view of his expanded backside. The formerly fit buns now appeared like two blobs of dough. The beginnings of lovehandles spilled over the top of the trunks and his tail hung lazily over his engorged ass. The trunk's logo was distorted by Jake's ballooned up butt. SWIMEX stretched across the lion's chunky rump.
Evan let out an oof. "Wow, uh, been enjoying those cheat days, huh?"
Jake's cheeks burned even more. "Yeah, well, it looks like you've been enjoying them too!" The grey lion shot a paw at Evan, jabbing him in the watermelon-sized paunch that was his belly.
It hasn't taken much convincing for Jake to take a second cheat day. It took even less effort for Evan to talk him into a third. The suggestion of a fourth cheat day was met with little protest. For the past two weeks, the pair of lions sampled everything restaurant Port Zaftig had to offer. They'd bounced from joint to joint, eating their fill, until Jake (having always eaten himself to the point of nearly exploding) would take a taxi home being unable to waddle around with his overstuffed gut.
All the extra thousands of calories made their way to Evan's belly. He didn't mind the extra weight that much. Being super skinny all of his life, the lion rather enjoyed the extra bit of pudge. But Jake had sucked down far more calories than his feline friend, eating as if he was carbo loading after a meet, eating as much as one of the large locals, sometimes more.
"It's...not so bad..." Evan said, examining Jake's backside. He was being kind. In reality, one more burger and those trunks might split apart.
The grey lion moaned. "I've got to lose this weight...And this means no more cheat days! You got it? I'm going to have to work my butt off if I'm going to be in competition shape when I'm done with rehab...literally work my butt off..." Jake poked one of his plump butt cheeks. It wobbled only slightly being so constructed by his trunk. He looked Evan directly in the eyes. "No. More. Cheat. Days."
"Okay, okay," Evan said, begging off. "No more cheat days. Don't you still want to go to the beach? I mean, you can swim and burn off some calories?"
"Are you kidding me?" Jake shot back. "I can't let anyone see me like this!"
"What do you mean? You probably won't even be noticed! There are a ton of bigger furs at the beach! Nobody will notice you!"
Jake groaned again, this time biting his lip. "I really don't want to go," he pled. "I'd rather lock myself up here until I drop a few pounds..."