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The Bodybuilder - Part 5
Synopsis: Romey helps Danny lose some of the weight he's gained, and
Danny begins using the name "Danni" and dressing as a girl.
As the end of the year rolled around the effects of my near-constant
gorging were very apparent. The last time I'd measured my weight it was
just below 275 and that was several months ago so I'm guessing that I'm
around 300 now. What had been my rounded and protruding belly has turned
into a large sack of fat that sticks out almost a foot in front of me and
hangs down half way to my knees. My breasts are about the size of small
melons and hang down to my elbows on either side of my belly. When I walk
these days, it's almost more like a waddle as my belly swings back and
forth as I move. Now, I was aware that I'd continued to gain weight, but
it wasn't something that I was trying to achieve, nor was it something
that I didn't want to happen - I just didn't much care one way or
another. I was just enjoying relaxing and hanging around the house with
Romey, and eating, and just not worrying about things - so if I gained
weight, so be it.
But Romey and I were lying in bed last night, just kind of snuggling up
against each other and gently fondling parts of each other's body when we
had this conversation:
R: "Like, Danny, did you ever worry about all the weight that you're
gaining?"
Me: "Like, why? It bothers you?"
R: "Well, uh, it's kind of sexy but, like, you almost never go out of the
house anymore. And you don't seem to want to do anything but, like,
sleep, and eat, and watch TV, and eat. Doesn't that get a little boring?"
Me: "So, what are you saying? That I should lose some weight?"
R: "Whatever. It's your body. But if you ever wanted to try to slim down
a little and get a life, I'll be glad to help you."
And with that he moved down and began to suck on my nipples and that got
me so turned on that I had to play with his cock, and you can guess where
the rest of that evening went.
A day or so after that, while I was sitting in the kitchen working my way
through the enormous breakfast that Dad had left for me the thought
suddenly popped into my mind: "Why am I doing this?" I looked down and
saw how I'd been shoveling food into my mouth faster than I could chew
and swallow it and I was drooling maple syrup and it had dropped from my
chin and down onto my belly - making a small stream that ran down the
front of it. My legs were spread so that my huge belly could sag down
between them, making it more comfortable for me. And as I glanced behind
me I could see how my ass was beginning to swell out over the seat of the
chair on either side. I pushed the plate of food away from me and
lumbered up to the shower to wash off. As I walked past the bathroom
mirror to get into the shower, I looked over and realized how my once
trim and muscular body had turned into a series of rolls of fat,
beginning with my second chin and ending with the lowest roll that hung
down between my legs almost to my knees. "Jesus, how could you do this to
yourself?" I thought.
So after I finished my shower, I put on a pair of sweatpants and went
down to the workout room to use the treadmill. Man, I was so out of shape
- and overweight - that after about five minutes I was sweating like a
pig and gasping for breath. Just then Romey came into the room, looked at
me on the treadmill for a minute, and then began to giggle. "What's so
damn funny", I asked, "I'm about to die over her and you're laughing at
me?"
"It's, um, just that, well, uh, with all the weight you've gained, when
you're jogging you, uh, kind of look like the 'Michelin Man', all kind
of flopping in different directions at the same time."
"Yeah?", I responded, "Well if I die of a heart attack or anything,
you'll have to drag me up the stairs and get help", and that got both of
us laughing.
So after that, I spent my time working to reverse what I had done to my
body the past year or so, with Romey acting as sort of my personal
trainer, helping me cut way back on my eating and helping me choose
healthier foods, and helping me plan out workouts that would stress me
but not to a dangerous level, and offering encouragement whenever I got
depressed about my rate of progress. Guess Dad wasn't initially too happy
about what we were doing but it didn't seem to make any difference with
my popularity on his web site so he didn't interfere with us.
Gosh, Romey can be a really stern taskmaster when she, oops "he", wants
to be. Whenever I wanted to slack off a little, or maybe take a day off
from exercising, he'd be all over my case. After about four months his
nagging and my exercising and dieting was beginning to show some results.
I had dropped a lot of weight - I was down to around 250 now. And in
addition to the weight gain, I've improved my muscle tone a lot. Now, my
muscles are still hidden under a layer of fat but I don't get as winded
as I did several months ago and my workouts can be a lot more intense. I
think that because I had been so lean and muscular several years ago, it
was a lot easier for my body to burn off the extra pounds that I had
packed on. While I still had to work really hard and watch my diet, I was
encouraged by the results that I had seen so far.
"You know", Romey said to me one morning, "Now that you're beginning to
look halfway normal again, we could do something with your hair."
"My hair?" I said, "I haven't really paid much attention to it for, like,
over a year."
"That's what I mean. It's grown back to a nice length and while it's
pretty greasy and just pulled back in a ponytail, I think we could make
it look a lot prettier."
So that afternoon Romey spent several hours working on my hair, washing
it and lightening it and putting on conditioner, and trimming and styling
it. Man, when he finally let me look in the mirror I couldn't believe how
neat it looked. It was this light shade of blond and hung down below my
shoulders with a nice wave and it swept across the right side of my face
just over my eye. "Wow!" I said, "It's really nice but isn't it kind of,
like, too feminine?"
"Well, I could change the style", he said, "But I think it really does
look so nice on you - let's leave it that way for a day or so and see how
you feel about it then."
And after a couple of days, I decided that I really did like the new
style and decided to leave it that way.
A couple of months later I had gotten down to 227. That was good
progress, but the one thing that bothered me was that my breasts hadn't
gotten much smaller - they were still pretty big - not that it bothered
me because that was the one area that I had enjoyed watching develop -
but the problem was that they were developing these little marks at the
top that Romey told me were "stretch marks." "So, they'll go away
eventually?" I asked.
"No. They'll get worse. Your problem is that you're not giving them any
support and because of their size your skin is stretching."
"Support?" I asked, "I hope that you're not talking about what I think
you're talking about."
"Hey, your choice", he came back; "A bra or stretch marks."
Well, that wasn't much of a choice so I told him to go ahead and buy me
some bras. Turns out that I needed a size 38 DD to get a proper fit. And
the first time I put it on I really had to fuss with it to get it on and
then hated the way it looked and felt on me. But after a couple of days I
got used to it, and then I even got to like it. When I put on a bra in
the mornings and looked at myself in the mirror and saw how my breasts
didn't sag down anymore, and how my cleavage was emphasized it made me
feel, well, just kind of sexy. So I asked Romey to get me a couple more
that were a little fancier and some different colors and things like
that.
Shortly after that Romey suggested that my face looked a little, uh,
plain. Guess that since I hadn't been out in the sun or to the tanning
salon lately, my tan had faded to a kind of pasty white color. He
suggested that I might want to wear a little makeup to look better. I
wasn't too wild about that but that evening, after a light supper, we
went up to our room and he pulled out a bunch of women's magazines and we
looked through them at the different examples of makeup styles, giggling
and commenting on how many of them looked extreme, and ended up deciding
that just a little eye shadow, and blush and lip gloss would be good to
start out with. It was really neat just lying on the bed with Romey,
snuggled up against each other while we browsed through the magazines -
we were almost acting like sisters.
Well, getting my weight much below 200 was pretty hard. No matter how
much I watched my diet and exercised I had pretty much reached a plateau
at 173. Now I was really amazed at how fast my rolls of fat had
disappeared but I still had a figure that was, well, "rounded" is
probably the best way I can describe it. Other than my breasts, I have a
rounded and soft tummy, wide hips, a nicely rounded rear end, and soft
thighs. I mean, when I look at myself in a mirror, if you didn't know
that I was a guy, you'd think that I was a, well, uh, a slightly chubby
girl.
As I'd been losing weight my old clothes had been getting looser and
looser on me. Now I hadn't been getting out of the house so I'd just been
putting on old pairs of my sweatpants and tops and just cinching up the
waist so they wouldn't fall down. Of course I hadn't been wearing any
underwear for a long time and I guess I could have just continued to
dress that way. But Romey looked so cute in his girl's panties that when
he suggested that I could wear a pair of his panties if I wanted to, it
didn't take me long to agree to his suggestion. I tried on a pair and
they fit surprisingly well. Now Romey's waist was about four inches
smaller than mine but he'd had to get these panties that were really
"full cut" so as to contain his big cock and balls - the end result was
that his panties didn't fit me all that badly. The first couple of times
I wore them I was, like, thinking about how I was wearing girl's panties
for the first time and that was a turn-on. Then I thought about how the
panties I was wearing now had been worn previously by Romey and how the
fabric that was rubbing up against my crotch had previously rubbed up
against his dick and balls and that got me so turned on that I couldn't
help myself and dribbled a little liquid into the panties and was walking
around the house with a wet crotch.
Romey and I had a fight over the bathroom this morning, like, it's always
a race every morning to see who gets to the bathroom first. Back when I
was really heavy, Romey would beat me almost every time - unless I
tripped her, of course - but now that I had gotten back to a more normal
weight we were pretty evenly matched. So anyway, I'd beaten her this
morning and was taking my time with showering and my hair and makeup and
she was getting pretty impatient:
"For Pete's sake, will you hurry up? You've been in there for hours!"
"Have not, and it's taking me longer because you left the sink full of
hair yesterday and I had to clean it up."
"That was your hair from the day before. And you left your dirty clothes
on the floor - as usual!"
"Well, you leave yours on the bedroom floor. And you've been using my
makeup again."
"I wouldn't touch your stupid makeup - the colors are all wrong for me!
And you spilled my perfume last week!"
"If you'd put the top back on it wouldn't have spilled!"
"And I know that you've been pawing through my clothes - they're always
messed up!"
"If they're messed up that's because you never arrange anything neatly!
"And you used the last of the conditioner and never told anyone so they
could buy more!"
"If you wouldn't use twice as much as any normal person we wouldn't have
run out!"
"Bitch!"
"Triple bitch!"
Finally, Dad got tired of all the squabbling and came to the bottom of
the stairs and yelled up to us: "I'm tired of listening to you two
arguing. Will you girls knock it off!" I came out of the bathroom and
just made a face at Romey and stuck my tongue out at her as I flounced
off to our bedroom. Actually, we weren't really, really all that mad at
each other - just needed to let off a little steam - for an hour later
after breakfast was finished, Romey and I were sitting at the kitchen
table in our skimpy nighties thumbing through the pages of my latest
copies of CosmoGirl and Elle:
"Ohhh, look at that guy! He's hot!"
"You think every guy is hot."
"Do not. At least I'm not in love with the whole band."
"I'm not in love. I just think they're cute and I like to look at them."
"Come on. Give me the magazine. I want to read the article on how to fake
an orgasm."
"Yeah. Like, that's always been a problem for you!"
"Oh yeah? Well who's got her panties wet already this morning?"
"Can I help it if I get turned on by your body?"
"Speaking of that - race you to the bedroom", and the day was off to a
great start!
Since my weight has pretty much stabilized we decided that it was
probably time to do some shopping and get me some new clothes so that I
didn't have to rely on any of my old boy's clothes (that I hated now), or
clothes borrowed from Romey (most of which were way too tight on me). So
we headed off to the mall and with a little help from Romey I got several
pairs of pretty slacks and some cute blouses and a couple of pairs of
sweaters (tight - to show off my assets), and a couple of low cut tops.
Romey tried to get me to buy some underwear at the department store but I
had been doing some online browsing and really wanted to hit Victoria's
Secret. Once at VS I picked up two more bras, some lounging pants and
tops and a number of panties. Now, Romey had to wear fairly full cut
panties to accommodate her "equipment" but I wanted the tighter, skimpier
ones to show off more of my cute rear end so I ended up buying mostly
thongs. I bought two pairs of open-toed sandals - in white and yellow.
Romey tried to talk me into buying some sandals with higher, or even
"spike", heels but I wasn't quite ready for that - or for the dresses
that she wanted me to buy - maybe in a month or so.
After we were done shopping, as a special treat we headed over to a nail
salon and got both manicures and pedicures. I'd been letting my
fingernails grow out and they were getting nice and long but the tips
were a little ragged and my cuticles needed some work. So after a French
Manicure I couldn't believe how beautiful they looked when they'd been
trimmed and buffed and had white polish applied to their tips. For the
pedicure I just chose a bright red polish that looked sooo pretty when I
wore my open-toed sandals.
Romey did talk me into buying one pair of really tight, really low cut
jeans that didn't do much more than just barely cover up my crotch - but
man, did I get stares from the guys when I decided to wear them home that
day! I almost got stares for the wrong reason - when I tried them on at
VS you could see, well, some pubic hair showing in front. I was, like, "I
can't wear these", and I was going to put them back on the rack when the
salesgirl whispered in my ear, "There's a salon next door, and they do
waxing .........." Now I kind of knew what waxing was in a general sort
of way but I'd never had it done, but I really did like the way the jeans
molded themselves to my body and the way they looked on me - except for
the hair, of course, so Romey and I went next door to the salon and I got
a quick wax job and - OH SHIT DID THAT HURT! But after my breathing
returned to normal, I struggled back into the jeans and wore them home,
getting a lot of stares from the guys we passed in the mall. Romey had
been checking me out too and she told me how cute my dimples were.
"Dimples", I said, "What dimples?" She told me to look at my reflection
in a store window that we were walking past and I could see that the
jeans were cut so low in the rear that you could see these two big, cute
dimples at the top of my rear end. And I hadn't even known that I had
dimples there! But what with the feel of the tight jeans on my body, and
Romey's comment about my dimples, and the stares from guys I was, like,
getting really turned on by the whole experience and pretty soon I had a
damp spot in the crotch of my jeans and I couldn't wait till we had
gotten out of the mall and into our car and I could start rubbing myself
down there, and moaning a little, and turning the damp spot into a wet
spot while Romey watched me and giggled.
I've been spending more time in the kitchen with Romey lately and she's
been teaching me how to cook. Actually, we've been trying out a lot of
low calorie recipes to help me control my weight. At first I wasn't all
that careful in following the recipes and man, did I turn out some real
disasters, but eventually I got to the point where I was a pretty good
cook. Other than learning how to cook, it was really fun just hanging out
in the kitchen with Romey, like, both of us had on aprons to protect our
pretty clothes, and we're watching the soaps on TV and talking about
relationships and makeup and stuff like that. At times it would almost be
like we were sisters. But then one of us would accidentally brush up
against the other, and then that one would, like, kind of rub up against
the first one, and then pretty soon we'd exchange a kiss and then
embracing and making out and we usually ended up upstairs in bed or on
the family room couch if my father wasn't home!
It was funny, but a year ago I was embarrassed by how "small" I had
gotten "down there", but now it doesn't bother me - in fact I like it.
Now when Romey bought clothes she had to choose ones that were cut very
loose and baggy in the crotch area so her size down there didn't show.
But I didn't have that problem - I could get styles that were as tight
and form-fitting as I wanted. And since I had real breasts as opposed to
the breast forms that Romey was using I could wear low cut tops and show
off a lot of my ample cleavage. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't want to
make it seem like I'm "dumping" on her or anything - it's just that the
two of us have very different figures. Romey's got a very slim build -
kind of like a model's figure - but she's, well, she's just "beautiful."
I'm a couple of inches taller than she is and I've got a fuller figure -
and I like to show it off with my tight clothes and skimpy tops. At
Romey's suggestion I finally did get some sandals with these three inch
spike heels - gosh, did they take some getting used to! But wow, do they
make a difference when I wear them! Other than making me a couple of
inches taller, my hips really swivel a lot more when I walk in them and
my rear end swings back and forth much more noticeably. The other day I
was coming out of the Lady's Room at a restaurant and as I walked past a
couple of guys at the bar I heard one of them comment to the other, "Man,
check that out. She's built for comfort." I just blushed.
We were washing dishes after supper last night and I guess I was humming
a tune, for Romey turned to me and asked, "Do you know the name of that
tune that you're humming?"
"Uh, no, I guess not. Just something that popped into my mind."
"Well, it's 'I Enjoy Being A Girl' - which in your case is very
appropriate."
"Yeah? Well, just keep drying the dishes and try not to drop and break
one like you did last night."
A couple of weeks after that I decided that I didn't like the name
"Danny" - I don't know why - it just didn't seem right. So lately I've
been signing my name as "Danni."
I think I hurt Romey's feelings this morning, well, I don't "think" that
I hurt her feelings; I "know" that I hurt them. Like, Romey had been
stuffing these breast forms into her bra for a long time to hide the fact
that she didn't have breasts, and she had gradually been using larger and
larger forms. Well, when she got dressed this morning and came down for
breakfast, I couldn't believe it - man, it looked like she was a size
34DD! Like, on someone my size, DD's might have been appropriate, but for
someone with her trim figure they were way, way out of proportion! She
had these huge breasts sticking out in front of her, and it looked like
the buttons on her blouse were going to pop off, and when she sat down at
the table to eat she had to reach around them with her arms to pick up
her food, and she had to bend forward to look over them to see the food
on her plate. Finally, she was maneuvering a forkful of scrambled eggs up
to her mouth when the eggs slipped off the fork and fell down into her
blouse. She scowled and the look on her face just sort of set me off and
I started giggling and then laughed out loud. Romey looked at me as if
she was going to start crying, and then she smiled a little, and then
began laughing and pretty soon we were both laughing so hard that we were
crying, and messing up our mascara while we were embracing each other and
kissing. After that, Romey dropped back to a 34C size which was a much
better match to her slim build.
Romey and I went to a movie at the mall today - we picked out a real
"chick flick" that had us both crying at the sad scenes so after the
movie we had to go to the Lady's Room and repair our makeup. We made sure
to use the Lady's Room at the theatre instead of the Lady's Room in the
mall. The one in the mall is really messy and smells pretty bad - almost
as bad as the Men's Room! Anyway, as we left the theatre we were both in,
well, kind of a romantic mood so we were holding hands and snuggling
against each other a little as we walked along. We walked past these two
older ladies at one point and I noticed that they turned to stare at us
as we walked past them. I heard them whispering to each other:
"Did you notice the two girls we just walked past?"
"Yes, the one could stand to lose 15 pounds."
"And the top she's wearing exposes everything but her nipples!"
"And she has this horrible tattoo on one of her breasts!"
"Why would any girl want to do that to her body?"
"And do you see how tight and skimpy her clothes are and how her rear end
wiggles as she walks along?"
"Yes. I think the smaller one is really much prettier."
"Did you see that they were holding hands?"
"Yes. I wonder if they're ......... lesbians?"
If they only knew!
(The End)
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