A secret recipe.
(I don’t really know if I need to make a warning there but:
Warning! Forced starvation)
That’s right, I decided there has to be a happy ending for chubby!Chips for you, he’s too shy and insecure in my arts. But I’m too tired to draw some overall drawing or comic. So I wrote another little fic for you! 💕
Enjoy the reading!
“So, for how long have you been starvin’ yourself?”
Chips lingered. His hollow eyes timidly looked away. Their once bright and bubbly yellow colour paled like squeezed lemon.
“Um… For three or four days…”
Mr. Wheezy wanted to roll eyes and sigh to show his bitter frustration. But he didn’t — it isn’t the right time to make Chips feel even worse. Instead, he asked as delicate as he could:
“And what did you achieve apart from the depletion of your body? Did people start to treat ya better?”
Chips pursed up his plump lips into a thin line. His eyes betrayed him and began to tingle painfully, promising coming ocean of tears. He already felt terrible and backbreakingly has been holding all these tearful cries for so long, and now he’ll feel even worse if he doesn’t hold himself together…
Wheezy stood up sluggishly and locked his arms behind his back. He was disappointed, really was. Chips didn’t just lie to him that he was eating as well as before and nothing was wrong with him though his disturbing bags under eyes and extreme nervousness and sensitivity were telling otherwise. Chips was actually starving himself this whole time, ignoring all reasonable facts about his own weight and wellbeing. Wheezy thought cowboy could just have some insignificant stomach problems with his belly whining and rumbling quite often — maybe he drank mixed up alcohol like usual, who knows. But this time that poor protruding midsection wasn’t just screaming only, it was desperately begging for anything nutritious before famine would turn the guts inside out, erode them with gastric juice and strike the weak, damaged health even harder…
Wheezy shook his head slightly and continued his strict but worried interrogation:
“Did you get on the cover of “50 advices for healthy cowboys” magazine?”
Chips sniffled, barely audible. He wiped his little round nose a bit like it just itched.
Wheezy sighed heavily, swinging on his feet back and forth.
“Alright, I’ll stop. I don’t think ya had any logical reasons. But can I know another thing?”
Chips still was silent.
“How did you starve? You just didn’t eat a thing or there was something else? Forcing yourself to vomit? Some “magic” pills?”
Chips grimaced a little. Under Wheezy’s fiery eyes he felt like he was at gunpoint. Cowboy squirmed again, trying his best to keep his tears under control.
Wheezy almost didn’t blink this whole time. His ashy top of the head was slowly but steadily turning orange...
“Speak. Please,” he pleaded with steely voice.
Chips gulped and mumbled:
“Sometimes… I made myself… Well… Vomit…”
Wheezy scarcely suppressed a groan in his throat.
“And it helped?”
“Not really…”
Wheezy had no clue what he wanted right now: or to strangle Chips, albeit he didn’t have any neck, or to throw himself out of the window from boiling anger. He hardly kept himself collected for Chips’ sake.
How could he deprive his own health this careless and oblivious?..
After a long, sharp inhale Wheezy finally asked Chips:
“Nevertheless… Have you succeeded on this diet?”
A pressuring silence hung between them. Although Chips wasn’t small at all, he felt so tiny and powerless under Wheezy’s blazing, upset and irate gaze. Apparently citizens of Pompeii felt the same in front of erupting volcano. Cowboy’s plump lips now were trembling, his eyes began to glimmer with forming thick layer of tears.
“I… I think no… Everything and everyone annoys me… I’ve become rude… And anxious… Dreams and hallucinations about food got the best of me…”
A single mocking tear rolled down his plastic, still round but henceforth sunken cheek. Chips sniffled again but now letted his tears drip down his face.
“And what should I even do now?..” he childishly rubbed his watery eyes with the fist.
Wheezy sighed, now becoming softer from seeing his boyfriend in such pitiful state. Surely Chips didn’t lose even a half of a pound with the diet like this but he looked so flabby and heavy now like his love handles or rolls on sides and above tummy were made of iron, not squishy fat.
“At first you should know that diet doesn’t require famine in it,” Wheezy spoke, gentler. “People usually set a diet with less fat or carbohydrate food. But they still eat. Because it’s our essential need!”
Wheezy turned to the hall and walked away into the kitchen while Chips still whimpered and sobbed, hopelessly trying to stop his tears.
“At second,” Wheezy continued from afar. “Ya should get rid of every thought about losin’ weight from your head. Your weight is chronic! It’ll be with you for the rest of your life.”
Chips howled in absolute defeat. These words, no matter how tender they sounded, stabbed his chubby heart more painful than any knife.
Wheezy quickly returned, still keeping his hands behind his back. But this time he held something. Something that smelled so sweet and delicious…
“At third I and everyone else need back our precious, cheerful and funny cowboy, whose you have always been! And we don’t care at all, fat ya are or skinny, because you’re our friend and my wonderful lover! That’s the thing, you dummy!”
Wheezy with a subtle smile sat on the old couch close to Chips and handed over a plate of huge, fantastic piece of apple pie with caramel syrup, spread all over its’ surface.
Chips eyes unwillingly widened at this ravishing sight and his haggard tummy immediately gave a loud, frantic growl. Wheezy chuckled and cut a small piece of this cook’s masterpiece, on fork pulling it to Chips mouth.
“Come on, Chippy,” he murmured. “Please, end this meaningless torture. You’ll ruin your health completely! Pretty please, for me…”
Chips hesitated at first, he couldn’t unhook his eyes from this sweetly celestial piece before his mouth. But sharp, deep pang of pain in his empty stomach, that gave another mad rumble, and slight vertigo reminded him he’ll lose his consciousness today if he doesn’t eat. Cowboy closed his eyes and shyly parted his lips, taking the piece in.
“Attaboy…” Wheezy whispered, his big calloused thumb carefully wiped away a drip of caramel on Chips’ lips. He also took care of tears and didn’t leave any wet spot on his lover’s cute soft face.
Chips slowly chewed the piece of pie, yet dispassionately. It was indescribably tasty, it melted in his mouth like the juice of forbidden fruit but Chips didn’t feel happy or relieved. Mornings and evenings with face in the toilet and without any microscopic crumb of bread as a breakfast played cruel tricks on his fragile nerves and insecurities as they were…
But Wheezy still was all calm and caring, gently feeding his poor lover. There wasn’t any point in panicking or berating now — gladly he fast realised Chips was hiding something from him with his suspicious, abnormal behaviour and with the help of Tipsy Troup’s bewilderment about Chips’ long absence behind the bar and in staff rooms where crew usually had quick lunches or snacks. And luckily cowboy didn’t stuff himself with some horrid “magic” pills. He already was very gullible but in this condition he would totally believe in any fake declarations about freshly invented pills that’ll make everyone skinny and healthy in a week (even if it means having some kind of drug withdrawal).
“Overweight isn’t always something bad. It’s not the synonym of obesity,” Wheezy spoke again while feeding Chips who was turning more and more excited about this pie. “If it doesn’t affect your health in a bad way and make your life unbearable, it’s okay and acceptable. Besides, to me curvy people always were the most beautiful and adorable creatures on earth. They’re lookin’ so healthy, so alive, so warm and so fertile… M-m-m! I always wondered how people can hate them and take them for someone wrong and ugly. I mean, have they ever been to museums or art galleries? Artists and sculptors from ancient times already sensed this miraculous beauty in fluffy people! And we still think when it’s not out of control it’s disgusting and unfitting? Seriously?
And I can relate to them with not bein’ pretty slim myself. But! It’s all from my nature — where the heck did you see a slender cigar? That’s our point! We should be large and full to ears with an exquisite tobacco! So we’re all this huge and chunky. So what? I’m not ashamed of being like this and I’m proud of my shape!”
To prove it Wheezy slapped his giant — way more giant and meaty than Chips had — hips with prideful grin and watched them jiggle like panna cotta after spoon hit.
“But of course I must look after it so I won’t be an actually filthy blob of fat and tobacco,” Wheezy earnestly mentioned. “And the same thing is with you! Yes, you’re chubby since childhood. But it doesn’t make you any less attractive or handsome — I’d say opposite! So throw away in the trash these thoughts about diets and eat well again! I wanna see you merry and playful, not so insecure and suffering! So say “Aah” and accept the food.”
Chips still docilely ate the pie and tears again flooded his eyes. But these weren’t the tears of despair or agony. They were light and awed like a sea after devastating storm.
How such enchanting words could be in such chapped lips? And Chips had the option to kiss them all the time he wanted?..
Wheezy smiled fondly, with phalange of his index finger rubbing Chips’ teary eyes again.
“Hey, hey… No need to cry again. I know my speech probably was too impressive. Relax, will ya?”
“Whath phid I pho tho pheserfe ya…”
“Eh?”
Chips with efforts swallowed a big piece of pie.
“I said, what did I do to deserve ya…”
Wheezy sighed, discouraged.
“Shush. You did nothing. And you don’t have to do anything to deserve me. I’m not some unaffordable luxury,” Wheezy gently poked Chips’ in his red button of a nose. Chips giggled happily at last and the perturbing atmosphere eased vastly.
Shortly the piece of cake became into just a couple or crumbs and stains of syrup. Chips eagerly took the plate and fork and licked away any little drip of the caramel. His lasting hunger was finally satisfied — even though not for a long time.
Wheezy chuckled, tenderly patting cowboy’s head.
“There we go. And you have a big, proper dinner today — and no excuses! Lemme show myself as a head chief for ya!” Wheezy winked and smirked. Chips smiled awkwardly, returning Wheezy cleaned from any spots plate with fork.
After putting them away on the nightstand, Wheezy gently grabbed Chips by his puffy hips and pulled him onto his laps. Cowboy shrivelled from unease — he always felt anxious and embarrassed when someone kept him on one’s laps. He stubbornly thought holding him feels like holding a whale. But by tender strokes and heartbeat listening Wheezy every time reassured him he’s just overthinking again. Wheezy did the same this time, dropping his head on Chips’ pulpy chest and giving him loving pats on side and thighs.
“Next time you’ll feel nervous and sure you need a diet — just tell me, okay? I’ll cook your favourite meal instead,” Wheezy teased Chips softly.
Cowboy nodded sheepishly.
“Feelin’ better now at least?”
“A lot, yeah… Thank you…”
“Don’t thank me… I’m just doin’ a job of bein’ your lover.”
Wheezy knew he sounded quite sappy but it was making Chips happy and calm — that’s what mattered. He was ready to say any soppy pickups and lines everyday just to see Chips’ lovestruck look and coy smile.
Meanwhile Chips fully relaxed in Wheezy’s arms. He sighed and finally smiled without any trace of insecurity or shame. He didn’t know since when he’s become so lucky but he still wordlessly thanked the fortune he had found someone who didn’t see only his shell and think he’s ugly internally too, didn’t let the world know how disgusting he is or what a burden he is to the “perfect” society. Not at all.
He had found someone who was seeing him as someone adequate, regular.
Furthermore, as someone beautiful. Attractive. Hot. Worth to be with and to spend the life with.
Notwithstanding his physique.