The Bet

“How many pancakes is that, Jo?” Alex asked.

“It’s gotta be at least six,” Leslie said.

Jo cut and speared a wedge of syrup-drenched carbs with her fork. “This one makes seven.”

Leslie glanced across the table at Jo’s roommate. “What about you, Sam?”

“Sheven,” Sam said through bulging cheeks.

“I don’t know how you keep up with Sam,” Alex said. “I had four, and I feel like I’m gonna bust.”

Jo shrugged. “It all goes to my boobs.”

Indeed, Jo’s breasts were the largest in their friend group by a fair margin. Even bigger than the pair on her three-hundred-pound roommate.

“Bullshit,” Alex said.

“I don’t care how big they are,” Leslie added. “Nobody can eat like that and stay skinny forever. Just look at Sam.”

“I’m happy with my body, thank you very much,” Sam said as she forked another mouthful.

“Sorry, Sam, I didn’t mean it like that. You guys get what I mean, though?”

Jo merely shrugged and took another bite.

“I say we make a bet,” Alex said. “Every day, you two try to out-eat each other. If Jo eats more than Sam, she wins. If Jo can’t button those jeans, we win.”

Jo cocked an eyebrow. “Why would we do that? What’s in it for us?”

“Free food?”

Sam scoffed. “We don’t pay for food; it’s included in our tuition.”

Leslie grinned. “We’ll go out for dinner. Alex and I will buy, right?”

Alex’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “Of course we will.” She looked back and forth between Jo and Sam. “Well?”

Sam shrugged, glancing at Jo. “I’m in if you are.”

Jo glanced down at her chest. She’d hoped she wouldn’t have to upgrade to H-cup bras before the end of the semester, but at the same time, she wasn’t exactly on a diet. The freshman fifteen was hitting her just as hard as anyone, and a few of her favorites were already starting to pinch. Getting a bunch of better-than-cafeteria food for free meant she’d have that much more to spend on new ones when the time came.

She knew her friends were going to lose this bet, but she didn’t want to tip her hand. Keeping what she hoped was a convincing poker face, Jo said, “Sure, why not?”

***

The bet started with a trip to the sports bar, where Sam and Jo each put away an entire 2-for-$30 combo. The next day they went to a Mexican place and were just barely able to finish the biggest burrito on the menu. Italian was next, where Alex and Leslie took full advantage of the bottomless breadsticks, urging Sam and Jo to choke down a full dozen on top of their entrees.

After a week of dinners at standard restaurants, Jo and Sam were putting away even more food than usual, leading Alex and Leslie to suggest slightly more economical options. Seafood and steak were replaced with pizza and buffets. They tried a new place every night for over five weeks before they eventually had to start circling back to their favorites.

The other girls were already at the table when Sam and Jo walked into the pizza place. Jo was still wearing her skinny jeans, while Sam’s favorite shirt was starting to ride up, exposing an even wider slice of olive-skinned midriff.

Alex’s brows furrowed. “This isn’t working at all. Let’s just call it off, Les.”

Leslie was wide-eyed. “What are you talking about? Sam is clearly bigger than when we started.”

Jo stood by the table and waited for Sam to slide in. The big girl had started inching the table away from her to sit comfortably, and it was easier to let her get situated before Jo sat down beside her.

“Turn around, Jo,” Alex ordered.

“What, why?”

“We have to check.”

Jo sighed but spun around slowly.

“Damnit,” Alex muttered, “They’re barely even tight.”

“She’s got that ‘quad boob’ going, though…” Leslie said.

Indeed, Jo’s babydoll tee was skin-tight, showing a distinct curve of flesh above the top edge of her bra.

“I told you,” Jo said, picking at a bra strap through her shirt. “I need to hit up the outlet mall this weekend.”

Alex leaned in toward Leslie but was terrible at whispering. “See? It’s not working! Plus, my mom’s gonna flip when he sees my credit card bill.”

“You gotta be patient,” Leslie said, “She’s not gonna outgrow her jeans in a month!”

Jo couldn’t stop her lips from spreading into a smug grin. “Something wrong?”

Leslie’s smile had more sugar than a Southern housewife serving cookies and sweet tea. “Nope! We’ve got cheesy breadsticks on the way and a meat lover’s for each of you, right Alex?”

Alex’s grin didn’t reach her eyes. “Yep! Hope you girls are hungry!”

***

One month became two, and before anyone knew it, they were less than a month from summer break. Jo flattered herself on the wisdom of only buying three H-cup bras when she had to replace them less than six weeks later. Sam’s wardrobe was so baggy she didn’t bother with upgrades, even as her stretchy leggings started to show skin at the seams and her pillowy arms tested the limits of the sleeves on her XXLs.

“Where are we eating tonight?” Jo asked as she forked a bite of cafeteria biscuits and gravy. Her first class wasn’t until eleven, and she’d worn a low-cut sleep shirt to breakfast. Each glare Alex or Leslie shot at her expansive cleavage made heat bloom between her legs.

“I was thinking Peach Palace,” Leslie said.

Jo rolled her eyes dramatically. “The Chinese buffet again? When are we gonna go back to Nunzio’s?” She knew full well the Italian place was one of the most expensive in town.

Alex tilted her head, pressing her lips into a line. “Ehh… it’s not really our vibe.”

“If it’s a little too pricy, I understand,” Jo said.

Leslie blurted, “I could go for Italian again! Right, Alex? Remember how good their bread dip was?”

“For sure,” Alex said, “Let’s do it. I was getting tired of sugar chicken anyway.”

Sam looked at Jo. “You want to do the meatballs again?”

“I was thinking of trying the lobster. Remember, we saw the table next to ours get it last time?”

“Mmm, that did look good…”

Jo allowed herself a brief, knowing glance at her obese roommate, then soaked in the pained expressions Alex and Leslie tried to mask.

***

Jo probed her fingers into Sam’s belly, moaning softly as she pressed her taut, distended middle into the mound of her roommate’s blubber. Sam licked and nibbled and sucked on Jo’s nipples, motorboating a pair of tits grown bigger than her head.

“You’re getting so big…” Jo cooed.

“So are you,” Sam murmured.

“I can feel every bite of that ribeye in here,” Jo said, massaging her palms into Sam’s uppermost roll.

“I could say the same about you, but my hands are a little busy.” Sam kneaded Jo’s breasts into her face to emphasize her words.

Jo’s hand drifted down to tickle the sensitive skin of Sam’s lower belly; then Sam pulled back to meet her eyes. “Don’t you feel bad about this?”

Jo withdrew her hand, resting both on the slope of Sam’s gut. “Feel bad about what?”

“You know… letting Les and Alex buy us all this food…”

“We’re all adults, Sam. And the stupid bet was their idea. We could quit any time if they weren’t so stubborn.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“‘Course I am.” Jo leaned over the rolls and mounds of flesh between them to peck a kiss on Sam’s neck. She whispered, “Do you want to keep going?”

Sam nodded, and Jo hefted her breasts to rest atop Sam’s so she could continue worshipping them. She let her hand drift down below Sam’s belly again.

Jo gently bit into Sam’s earlobe, whispering, “I think we can talk them into sushi tomorrow.”