Two best friends since childhood go to college together, right? Different courses, but same college. They’ve always been together, and while the girl came out of her shell in high school (she’s beautiful – in good shape, pretty face, lovely hair, nice smile) but the boy doesn’t attempt this until college.
He’s always been overweight, several tens of pounds into obesity by the time they reach college, and he’s always been shy. He’s also always had a crush on her that he knows he has to get over.
But they’re best friends and he doesn’t have much of a circle beyond her and some acquaintances from classes, plus his parents, maybe a sibling, so he still talks to her every day and they both try their best to meet up, but it’s difficult because she does have other friends, and guys interested in her, some of which she’s dated and fucked. He knows, because she tells him everything.
On her side of things, she’s aware of how he feels. Maybe, if he confessed, she’d jump him immediately. Because there’s only so many gym dudes she can sleep with fantasizing about thick thighs and being crushed by the overhang of her 420lbs BFF a girl can take.
She pulls things like “aw, some on, you used to love these” and “we haven’t had lunch in ages!” since he said he’s starting to diet and get in shape. Because while he might not be consciously aware of it, this is how they’ve always been.
So they could leave the table after clearing their plates, she—the picky eater—would pass everything off onto him. She’d buy him his favorites, she’d invite him over to eat whatever she made when she first started to learn how to cook. She buys a lot of food when out but gets full too quick, so he eats everything so her money isn’t wasted. He eats his feelings over her, and she insists that ice cream and chocolates and cheat days always fix stress, or to celebrate, so it’s rubbed off on him.
Any and every cliche you can think of is what happens between them.
Because he can’t say no to her, all these habits continue. She starts prioritizing him over other friends now, because she can’t stand the idea of him actually dieting.
If he gets into shape, more girls will be into him. She’ll lose his plush fat. He won’t have time for her. She’s so possessive over him. He’s hers. Her best friend, her longest friend, her friend forever, and her friend that’s in love with her. She won’t let that love fade, she needs him to love her. To eat for her.
When he does try to go to the gym and she can’t persuade him otherwise, she goes with him. She gets him snacks from the vending machine because “he needs to eat, it’s not healthy!” and brings her “special gym shake” that she also has a bottle of. She has a few sips of it, barely full ones though, and then says “aw, I’m so full and tired after that workout. Can you finish this for me, big guy? Pretty please? It took so long to make.”
She beams, holding onto his arm as she watches him drink a second shake pumped full of protein, sugar, calories. She loves the way his throat gulps it down. She loves pressing against him and putting a hand on his belly to feel how full he’s getting. She loves inviting him back to hers so they can collapse into bed together with a movie, when he’s so full and sleepy, just like they’ve always done.
When he complains to her that he’s barely losing weight, she tells him those five pounds over the course of a year is a brilliant amount of progress. They should go out and celebrate.
If he ever confesses, maybe she’ll say yes.
But he’s not going to confess, most likely.
So she’s going to continue to date guys and fantasize about thick rolls of fat, chafing thighs, being weighed down by a massive belly that she’s the reason for. (She turned his body into a slow metabolizing, chunky, cumbersome thing. She owns him.)
At this rate, she could get married, and she’d still be cuddling up to her best friend. Feeding him. Loving him. Owning him.
They’ll move in together first though, once they graduate and work towards something more in their careers. They’ll order too much takeout to celebrate the new place, to stress over breakups, or even just because they like each other’s company, and she’ll eat like a gnat and push all her leftovers onto him.
And he’ll eat, and eat, and be her perfect cuddle buddy.
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