Finished ACT's and got off early so I thought I would finish the next chapter. Let me tell you writing about diets, most the time I was either eating ice cream or a doghnuts. It was a good doughnut. Anyway hope you enjoy this next chapter.
"Ah mmmhh" Socks took a huge bight of cake. "Mmm sweetness. There is nothing better than swiss rolls. If it weren't for the yeast i would rub you all over my body I swear I would."
Chuck trotted in. He spotted the pile of sweats on the coffee table and slowly went after them. When he jumped up to get them Socks kicked him off the wall and into a nearby garbage. "Slam dunk." He said before tsking. "Try to steal my sweats again you little rat dog and I'll be having Chuck pie."
The elevator chimed and Boxer jogged in with his track suit on. "Who needs love when you can have hot steamy sex?" He sang before stopping. He took a big whiff of the air then covered his nose. "Ugh, why does it smell like a gummy bear sharted in here?" He asked walking to Socks.
Socks took another bite of a swiss roll not even bothering to look up at Boxer. "What are you doing and why does it smell like jelly bean spunk?"
"Oh don't be jealous Boxer."
"Yah cause I want a mouth full of sugar shit."
"Put down the hattery. Just because your vise gives you worts but that's not my fault."
"Lets talk about what is, your going to end up with man titties all over you."
Socks smiled pleasantly at Boxer. "Didn't we have this discussion, all the fat goes to my dick and I don't mind that. It must be difficult for someone to jog out into their body."
"Say all you want but I'm going to laugh my ass off when you turn into a whale. You can hold me to that."
With another try Chuck stuck out his tongue towards the food only for it to be stabbed by a fork. Socks kicked him again sending him flying.
Later in the bath.
Socks stretched his arms above his head. He kept a magazine balanced on his legs. "Oh this looks good. I didn't think they could do that with chocolate. Ooh and a chocolate fountain made of pure Belgian chocolate. Chocolate ecstasy!"
Socks gets out of the tub and puts a towel around his waist. He glances in the mirror. "Wait." Turning back to the mirror he looks at himself. He squeezes his sides. "Eh. No way, I'm just letting that ass whole make me paranoid. Right?"
He grabs the scale and steps on it. Stop, stop...no. He freezes then begins to shake. "It's nothing. Only a few pounds. I'll just work out and. and." He swallows a big lump in his throat. "I'll just lighten up on the sweats. That's right this mess will be all over in less than a week. Right?"
One Week Later
Boxer sleeps as Socks takes another early morning jog. This is it. He thinks as he runs. This whole mess will be over with after this last run. He jogs a couple miles before heading home. He slows down just as he approaches his home. He serves the area. When he sees no one is there he quickly runs into the house and into the bathroom. Taking off all his clothes he steps on the scale.
"Eh! I gained weight?!"
Time for extreme measures!
Later that day.
Socks sits on the sofa with a belly burner belt on wrapped around his waist. He sits quietly and reads a diet magazine.
The elevator beeps and Boxer steps out with a bunch of boxes in hand. "Hay Socks." Socks stays quiet. "God I hate fans sometimes. Well not that much but I hate it when they give me this shit. Geeze they should at least give me something I can pawn." He sets the boxes on the coffee table. "I could smell the sweets a mile before she walked up to me. I would have rejected them but hay I knew someone who would appreciate this." He plugged his nose. "God just the smell makes me feel a couple pounds heavier. Eh these look super sweet. Chocolate fondant." Socks began to twitch. "Ew this fucking reeks of chocolate. So what do you say Socks?"
"I'll pass." He said taking a deep breath out.
"Really?" Boxer asked giving him a confused look. "Eh oh well. I'll just give it to Chuck." Socks hands clenched the edges of the magazine. He started reading the same line over and over. "Chuck you're up. Want some cellulite?" Chuck ran up and jumped. His mouth wide open.
Socks avoided looking at them.
"Ready? Catch it off you nose. Stand still damn it!" The newspaper shook. "Good boy. Okay now catch. I said catch idiot. Your fucking useless. Okay drool. God you can't even do that when I ask. Fine just take it."
The newspaper was ripped in half. "Wait!" Socks said reaching a hand out but it was too late. Boxer had turned the box over and they watched as the cakes fell into Chucks mouth. In one swallow they were all gone.
Chuck slowly ate the crumbs off the carpet. Socks stood there with a dark look in his eyes.
"Oops, did you change your mind."
"N-no I didn't."
"Socks…"
"What?"
"Are you on a diet?" Boxer asked snickering.
"HA HA HA, n-no why would I be in a diet? Ha ha." He began to sweat.
Boxer pulled up his shirt. "Peekaboo." On Socks waist was the belly burner. Socks pushed his hand down. He pulled it back up "I saw it."
"Fatty"
"Fat ass."
"Oh there it is again."
Sock pushed him away and began to laugh. He twirled towards the elevator taking Chuck with him. The doors closed and he stopped. He began to beat chuck.
"Spit it out before I take a toothbrush and gag you with it and eat the chucks from all the doughnut holes you stole from me in the last forty eight hours!" With one last punch Chuck was reduced to a puddle.
Sock stood up and brushed his bangs away from his face with his fingers. "Hmph. I'll have my rocking bod back in no time. I estimate in a week girls will come from everywhere calling my name once again." He finished with a smirk.
The next few days was an annual routine of running in the morning. Boxing practice in the afternoon followed by an hour in the steam room. And a light dinner that got smaller by the day. After dinner he would burn off all those calories with a workout video.
Boxer would watch in horror as Socks slowly turned crazy. In the morning when he would jog Socks would pass him going at top speed. He would run till he passed out.
Boxer rolled his eyes as he passed his past out brother. After he slowed down he passed a bakery. A devilish smile spread across his lips.
When he got home he yelled Socks name. In his hands were boxes of swiss rolls. The smell made him sick but he ignored it.
After going through the top half of the house he headed down to the basement. "We have a boiler room? Huh. Socks! Got something for yah."
He suddenly felt a depressing presence. A thin sickly pale figure slowly moved out. It looked like his feet weren't even touching the ground. Boxer stood frozen. The figure glided slowly over to him. Boxer began to shake and handed him a plate with a swiss roll on it. Socks looked up at Boxer causing a chill to go down his spine. He grabbed the plate and turned it on its side. The swiss roll slowly fell off the plate and landed on the ground.
Later that week.
Socks stepped on the scale. He looked at the scale over his huge stomach. His expression turned dark. "I've gained weight."
He snapped.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH" the scream was heard all around the house. "UN FUCKING BELIEVABLE!" He threw the scale out the window. Socks ran upstairs. "HOW IN HOLY HELL DID I GAIN WEIGHT. THIS IS NOT OKAY!" He ran into the kitchen and grabbed all the sweat. He didn't even bring it to the table.
"Umm Socks-" Boxer said walking in. Socks turned giving him the wildest look. "N-Nevermind."
Socks went back to stuffing his mouth with sweats.
Socks went to bed full and happy. When the morning sunrise came something happened. Boxer woke up to the sound of wood braking and he was suddenly pushed from his room out the window. He used a pillow he had grabbed to soften his landing. He looked up at his house. "You ruined my sex dream! Eh what the hell? What happened to you man you're like trashy talk show fat."
Socks was now the size of the house. His head broke the roof and his arms and legs stuck out of windows and doors.
"Eh what are you talking about I always have a bridge around my waist, what are you talking about?" He said in a deep voice. Not sexy deep.
"Well time to keep my promise. AH HAHAHA. WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO GET A FORKLIFT TO GET YOU OUT OF THERE." Boxer laughed rolling on his sides holding his stomach.
Socks sighed causing the house to shake. "When I get out of here you're going to be the meat in my taco."
Chuck was suddenly struck by lightning.
Suspenders walked out and hit Chuck on the head. A small piece of paper came out. "Men we have a job."
Boxer was still rolling back and forth laughing. Suspenders clenched her teeth and pulled out a board smacking Boxer in the process. Suspenders pulled out a pointer stick as a image was projected.
"Men we have a serious problem. Women all over Daten City are becoming obese. This has to be the work of a ghost."
"'A ghost fault, my life sucks, it's not my fault that God made me this way'. Women will find any excuse." Boxer said cleaning his ear out with his finger.
Suspender smacked him with the pointer stick. "Men. A woman has a little fat and they stir away from her."
"Hay! I'm not saying a don't like a little junk in the trunk but I think that sometimes it can be a little...excessive."
Suspenders tsked.
"Aren't we getting a little off topic?" Socks asked.
Suspenders cleared her throat. "Yes. Anyway the cause for this were these swiss rolls."
"Huh that was what Socks was stuffing his face with last night." Boxer said mostly to himself.
"The bacteria in it multiplies the fatty cells by ten." She pushed the end on the pointer so it collapsed back to its small size. "Naturally this must be the work of a ghost."
The building collapsed casing Socks to roll out on his side. "Did you hear that Socks you can join the women bulimic club."
Boxer crawled to the top of Socks. "Hehe, this gives me an idea."
People drive down the highway when suddenly they are pushed aside. Boxer was on top of Socks running backward like he was a log. Boxer whistled a tune. "Haha move or get crushed."
They made it to the bakery.
"Oh hahaha ha. Beautiful." said a large ghost with large nipples on her boobs that resembled utters. Her eyes were also nipples. "My beautiful germs will turn those bimbo sluts into fat pigs. Obesity will be the thing of the past when everyone's fat."
"Oh cheese and titters." Said Boxer walking in. "I love boobs but you're taking it a bit too far lady."
The ghost growled. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Someone who refuses to let you control me with her sugar shooters."
Socks eye peeked through the door. Boxer turned around and held back a laugh but failed.
"My goodness how rude of you. Just because a woman is fat doesn't mean she is any less beautiful."
"I'm a guy." Socks said.
"Either way I don't know what your problem is but this is a place where fat can be whatever it wants to be." The ghost jumped back and suddenly her chest was covered in more nippled. "Open wide here comes desert."
"This is not meant when I say I want to suck tits." Boxer covered himself then realized he hadn't been hit. Socks had appeared in front of him eating the cream coming from her tits. "Eh thanks Socks. Way to take one for the team." He said slightly disgusted.
Socks halo appeared above him. "Pitiful shadow lost in the darkness. Evil spirit drifting between heaven and earth. May the thunderous from the guardians from these holy delicate maidens strike down upon you. Shattering your lowsome imperity and returning you from once you came. REPENT MOTHER FUCKER!" He finished winging out his sword.
"How did you get that off your foot?" Boxer asked.
Socks swung his sword at the ghost. The sword fell flat and Boxer began to laugh. "HA HA HA, floppy dick. HA HA HA!"
"Eh it must of been stretched."
They both looked up. "Where did she go?"
"Hahaha. Dumb asses." The ghost looked down at the people and tsked. "you aren't ready for the fatty revolution. And besides mama got shit to do."
Boxer ran in front of her. He took out his gun and pointed it at her gun. "Big news fat ass, think you can pimp out those cakes and not eat them too. Eat this saggy tits."
The ghost exploded and four heavenly coins fell on the ground. "Guess the fatter they are the more they are worth."
"Then I guess you're worthless." Socks said when suddenly he deflated like a balloon. "Hmm."
"Oh you're back to being a skinny goth."
Socks pulled up his shirt. "Yep 6." He laughed.
Socks got home and pulled out the sweats.
"You never learn do you." Boxer asked.
"I'm not going to lose it over a pound or two. As long as I keep my awesome figure I'll be fine."
The END
