"First things first," Cody said, "I'll spend all my allowance on junk food. We're talking chips, chocolates, sodas, you name it." He tried to sound casual, but he couldn't help the excitement that crept into his voice. "And if that's not enough, I'll do extra chores around the house. Maybe even get a part-time job to buy more food."
Max's eyes widened. "Really? You'd do that for me?"
"Of course," Cody said with a grin, trying to seem as casual as possible. "We're brothers, right?" Inside, his stomach was doing flips at the thought of all the delicious junk food they'd be buying.
Max looked genuinely moved by Cody's offer and leaned over to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "Thank you so much, Cody. You're the best!"
The end of September rolled around, and the change in Max's physique was undeniable. His butt had plumped up significantly, filling out his shorts until they looked painted on. He had to wear his jeans loosely to accommodate the extra padding. One night, Cody couldn't help but stare as Max bent over to pick up a toy, giving him a perfect view of his round, jiggly cheeks. Max had been gorging himself on the junk food Cody was buying dor him. The sight of his brother's thick thighs and plump behind made Cody's mouth water. He had to admit, Max was on the right track to becoming the fattest kid in his school with a butt that needed two chairs. But Cody needed more than just looking at his brother's ballooning backside. He needed to feel that chub.
Cody took a deep breath, trying to gather the nerve to touch Max's growing body. He knew he had to come up with an excuse that wouldn't make Max suspicious. "Max," he began, "you know I've been buying all this food for you, right?"
Max nodded, his eyes shining with gratitude.
"Well," Cody began, trying to sound nonchalant, "you've been doing great, but I have been spending all my allowance money making sure you get fatter...so I want something more out of our deal..."
Max looked at him, his eyes curious. "What do you mean, Cody?"
"Well," Cody said, trying to sound as casual as he could, "I mean, if I'm going to keep buying all this food for you, I want to make sure you're really putting in the effort. And the best way to do that is to... well, to feel how much you've gained." He swallowed hard, his heart racing at the thought of what he was about to propose.
Max looked at him quizzically. "What do you mean?"
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