Cody couldn't keep it to himself anymore. Weeks of seeing Max wobble about trying to squeeze into undersized clothes, watching Max's waistline continue to thicken, see his brother get lazier and more out of shape, all of it was driving Cody up a wall. He simply could not bottle up his love of all things fat. He absolutely needed to tell Max and hope that would get the monkey off his back.
'Hey, you asleep?" Cody whispered one night over to Max's bed. The boys had said their good nights not long before.
"Y-yeah...why?" Max replied, clearly sleepy by the tone of his voice.
"I...I need to tell you something...".
"What?"
"Umm...okay," began Cody. "I...I really like fat. Thinking about being fat and getting fat and seeing others get fat...all of it makes me so...happy."
"O-okay?" Max asked confusedly.
"Do you remember a few years ago when I put on some weight? I gained 32 pounds, and it was all on purpose! I loved having a little belly and tits! It was great not having a boney butt!"
"Huh. I guess that was why you were so happy all the time then?" Max stated.
"What do you mean?"
"I just remember you being so upbeat and happy and smiling all the time back then."
"...really? I was that noticably happier?"
"Uh huh."
"Wow..." Cody sighed. "Uh...anyway. When you came home, um...bigger...I just...I just realized, I guess I can't help it anymore. I love fat...and I don't know what to do."
"Duh. Get fat," Max said nonchalantly.
"Wh-...huh?"
"You wanna be fat. So do it. Get really fat. You obviously want it."
"B-but what will my friends say?"
"They'll say that you're their fat friend now," Max answered.
"But the soccer team wi-"
"Fat boys don't play soccer," Max retorted.
"But if hate being fat?"
"You'll lose it. You did it before."
Both boys laid in their beds silently as Cody processes everything. Max, for being so young, was oddly insightful and forthcoming. Cody couldn't think of any good excuses. He couldn't find a way to out up a barrier between him and his happiness.
"Max?"
"Yeah?"
"...I'm gonna get fat!" Cody said with excitement.
"Cool, bro. I'm happy for you!"
"So fat! Maybe 300 pounds!"
"Cool, cool," Max said, turning back on his side.
"400...No! 500 pounds!" Cody imagined.
"Alright, alright..." Max said dismissively.
"My bed is going break under me! And I'm going to outgr-"
"Cody...." whined Max. "I'm trying to get to sleep..."
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