Uma looked in the bathroom mirror and pinched her tummy. Dammit, she was doing so well… According to her morning scale check, she had gained back two pounds that she just shed during her weight loss efforts. Ugh. At least the two pounds weren't that noticeable, but… Uma sighed. It was no secret that she was slacking lately. What used to be a daily gym habit turned into an every-other-day gym habit, and now she hadn't been for 3 days. She was cheating on her diet more often, too. For the most part she was sticking to it, but her salads and tofu weren't really filling her up. When she was especially hungry, she'd grab some snacks from the kitchen cupboard or treat herself to something hearty or greasy after a workout.
There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Uma, are you in there?" It was Phoebe.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Are we gymming today? Should I get dressed?"
Uma exhaled deeply from her nose. None of this was exactly motivating. Plus, it was supposed to be leg day. Leg day was sooooo annoying. "Nah, not today. Just stick to your diet."
"Are you sure, Oomy? It's been a little while, I kinda miss doing it with you! Like, it's hard work but it's, like, cool to have a friend to do stuff like this with! I miss it!"
Was she really gonna hit her with this innocent, sweet guilt trip? Fuck. She felt bad. "Sorry, Phoebe, I just don't feel like working out today. I wanna veg. We've been doing such a great job, we deserve a little break."
"That's fine! Can we do somethin' else today though? Like see a movie? I wanna hang!"
A movie did sound pretty good. Maybe she could get some snacks at the theater. She was in the mood to snack. "Yeah, that sounds great! Pick a movie, I'll watch whatever. We'll go to the gym tomorrow."
"Yay! I'll see if anyone else wants to come!"
Uma listened to Phoebe's footsteps amble away as she looked at her tubby frame in the mirror. Yeah, tomorrow. Tomorrow, she was gonna get back on the wagon.
—
And so, as Reagan continued dosing Uma, "we'll go to the gym tomorrow" turned into "ehh, we'll go the next day" which turned into "how about next week?" until it had disappeared entirely from the itinerary. It was as if it had never existed in the first place. And even though Uma stopped hitting the gym, Reagan never stopped with the Bovigrow. Why would she? And risk Uma becoming extremely annoying again? Please. She was much better like this.
What is "like this"? I'm glad you asked!
—
"Shit." Reagan wiggled and jiggled in front of her bedroom mirror, her overinflated ass wobbling like jello with every futile attempt to pull the pants up and over her bubble butt. "Shit." Reagan had been coasting off of Chel's closet for a while now, longer than she would care to admit, and it looked like she was finally too fat in the ass to fit into any of her cousin's old jeans anymore. Ughhh. In concept, Reagan didn't really care that her butt was getting bigger. In fact, she kinda liked it and the stares she would often get. In execution, though? Buying new clothes all the time was sooo annoying, especially ones that were tight enough to show off her generous curves like she wanted. She'd get maybe one or two wears in before they wouldn't fit. Or she'd rip them on the third night out. Either way, it was irritating! And now she had to go back to that money sink.
Reagan grumbled, tossing the outgrown jeans into the pile with the others. She picked up her phone and ordered a few pairs of leggings in what was hopefully her size off of Amazon, setting it to one day delivery. Until then, there was no leaving the house, unless she wanted to go out in public in her panties.
Reagan's thick thighs quivered with every heavy step as she made her way down the stairs to find Uma in what had become her typical place on the couch. "Morning," she muttered, absentmindedly picking a wedgie.
Uma shoved a big forkful of syrupy waffle into her mouth. "Mmm… morning." Last month, Uma normally would have been gearing up for the gym around this time, but in recent days it had become time for breakfast. "I had Audrey make some waffles for us before she went to work. They're sooo good."
"They sure smell good." Reagan flipped a couple plump waffles onto a paper plate and doused them in syrup, poured a big glass of whole milk from the fridge, and made her way over to Uma on the couch and sat down.
Uma took a sip of milk from her own glass on the coffee table. "No class today? Unless you're going like that."
"Naw." She cut a big piece of waffle and watched the reality show that was playing on TV. "None of my pants fit so I'm skipping."
Uma snickered. "Understandable. You buy some more?"
"Yeah, off Amazon. I swear, they should give us thick bitches a stipend for pants or something. We're doing a service to the world."
"For reaaaal. My clothes have been so annoying…" Once the hormones in the Bovigrow were normalized in Uma's body and took full effect, she started ballooning. It was like the appetite stimulant that Reagan had Uma on before, but so much more potent because of its other effects. Not only was Uma constantly hungry, endlessly grazing on snacks between big, heavy meals, but she was also far, far lazier than ever before. Like Rachel had told Reagan when she bought the Bovigrow, it was essentially a really powerful downer. Uma hardly wanted to do much of anything anymore except sit on the couch, eat copious amounts of food to sate her enormous hunger, and fall into deep food comas. These were growth hormones, too, so they made Uma extremely susceptible to putting on weight. All of this was quite the perfect storm… in only a few weeks, Uma had gone from a chubby-but-losing-it 193 pounds to a more-than-chunky 248 pounds, a monumental gain of 55 pounds. And here Uma was, laid back on the couch stuffing waffles in her mouth. Her belly was bigger, going from a chunky pot-belly to a doughy gut, resting nicely on her thickened thighs. Her butt had gotten wider, not touching the expanse of Reagan's great rump but certainly catapulting her into the thicc girl club. The most surprising change, though, were her breasts. Uma was never particularly huge up top before, but now she was on her last bra, one she bought a few sizes up by mistake and forgot to return. And even then, it still didn't fit that well! Reagan chalked this up to using cow hormones, as corny as it sounded.
And, you know what? Reagan really liked this Uma. She always got along well with her before, it was just that she had some super irritating quirks. Uma was still Uma post-Bovigrow, she was just… more docile. Chiller. Reagan could easily talk to her about whatever the fuck and she didn't have to expect a crack about her weight anymore. She didn't have to hear about Uma's muscles anymore. She didn't have to deal with attempts to get her on diets. And she wasn't all depressed about her weight like she was before! Every single problem that Reagan had with Uma had been washed away. Damn, why didn't she do this sooner?
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