Tony called Vince earlier that day, saying he had
a surprise for him. Vince knew Tony had been up to something for the last few weeks,
but he hadn't any clue what. Vince knocked on the door, hearing Tony's voice in
the living room.
"Is that you, Vince?"
"Yes."
"The door's open, come on in!" Vince opened
the door, and blinked upon looking at Tony. Tony stood there in nothing but his
underwear, but... he was thin. Very much so, almost unhealthily so, Vince thought
to himself. Tony's ribs were clearly visible through his fur, his stomach was sucked
so far in that it looked like he was about to implode. His rear end was almost nonexistent,
and even his arms and legs were little more than twigs. Vince was absolutely speechless,
and Tony grinned, wagging his tail. "Well, what do you think of my new look?"
he asked happily.
"It's... it's... you're..." Vince stammered,
unable to think of anything to say. Tony smiled, going over and kissing Vince.
"I thought you'd like it! I know you must think
I'd been missing all those hints about my weight, so I finally decided to do something
about it!" Vince had indeed dropped subtle hints to Tony about his weight,
but Tony must have misinterpreted them to think Vince wanted him to lose weight,
not gain it. "So here I am! Your perfect dream fox!" Tony giggled as he
jumped into Vince's arms. Vince, however, just continued to stare in disbelief at
Tony. Tony noticed, and got a slightly worried look on his face. "What's the
matter? You don't like me like this?" Vince realized Tony was happy being thin,
though, so he sighed, keeping his true feelings locked away.
"Oh, no, it's great, really! It's just what I've
always wanted," Vince sighed. Tony smiled, not even noticing the hint of disappointment
in Vince's voice. Tony hopped down, and gave Vince another quick kiss.
"Good! Then you stay here, and we'll go out to
dinner to celebrate! Maybe we'll get an extra large pizza with double extra cheese
and one of every topping," he giggled as he went off to his room. Vince smiled
-- maybe there would be hope that the old Tony would be back quite soon.
The two arrived at a restaurant. It was nothing
fancy, but certainly one of their favorites. Good food for reasonable prices, and
with a huge variety of foods too, serving everything from sushi to pizza. The two
sat down, and looked through the menu. Vince smiled.
"Well, if you're going to get that pizza, I'll
just have half of it." Tony laughed.
"You didn't think I was being serious, did you,
silly? I'm just going to have a small garden salad with the non-fat dressing."
Vince blinked. The only kind of salad Tony usually ate was egg salad... with extra
mayonnaise. He had never heard Tony utter the words "non-fat" in his life.
Vince was getting worried -- he actually seemed to be serious about staying thin.
Tony did indeed order his salad, and Vince just ordered a steak. Even though Tony
was more talkative than normal tonight, Vince's mind just wasn't in it. He nodded
every so often, but didn't say much himself. He couldn't help but miss the old Tony,
who wasn't as interested in chewing the fat as... well, chewing the fat.
Vince was also quiet on the way back to Tony's.
They had walked to the restaurant, so upon getting back, Tony's stomach audibly
growled. He and Vince looked down at it, and Tony giggled.
"Seems that walking made me a bit hungry. Guess
I'll go get a little snack." Vince followed Tony into the kitchen, finding
his usual stashes of food in there -- basically, every kind of junk food you could
ever imagine, his refrigerator and freezer filled to the brim with similar stuff,
and every cabinet almost overflowing, its contents avalanching out when you opened
them. Tony went over to one cabinet, opening it. Inside was nothing but a box of
crackers. He took it out, and took two crackers out, eating them. "All this
food around here is tempting. I was going to get rid of it tonight, anyway."
Tony finished up the crackers. "I know I'm cheating a bit on my diet, but I
don't think those two crackers will be too bad for me." Vince sighed. He was
beginning to get a bit annoyed by all this now. Tony finally looked at Vince. "Is
there something wrong? You've been very quiet tonight."
"Come with me, Tony. I want to talk to you about
something," Vince said, walking off towards Tony's bedroom. Tony followed him,
and Vince motioned for him to sit down on the bed. Tony sat down, and Vince sighed.
"Tony, why did you get so thin? You look like you're about to die from starvation."
Tony looked at Vince, confused.
"I only did it because I thought you wanted me
to," he replied. "Why? Don't you like it?"
"No, Tony, I don't! I miss the old you, and rather
than you losing weight, I sort of wanted you to get bigger!" Tony smiled.
"You mean it, Vince? I wanted to just forget
the diet, but... I lost all that weight because I thought that's what you wanted,"
he said. Vince grinned.
"Well, then, we'll just have to fix that, won't
we?" To Tony's surprise, Vince grabbed Tony's wrists, and dragged him out to
the kitchen, laying him on the table and grabbing some rope out of the closet, tying
his hands and feet to the legs of the table.
"What are you doing, Vince?" Tony asked.
Vince just smiled and got a funnel out of one of the drawers, two two-liter bottles
of soda out of the refrigerator, and went back over to Tony.
"Fixing you."
Vince shoved the funnel in Tony's mouth, and turned
one of the bottles of soda upside down, resting it in the funnel. As it drained
and Tony was forced to drink it, Vince went over, gathering up packages and packages
of cookies and cakes and other fat-filled goodies. The first bottle finished, and
Tony whined, his belly already starting to swell up a tiny bit from the two liters
of the carbonated drink. Vince opened the second bottle, doing the same with that,
then went in the freezer, getting out a gallon of vanilla ice cream. He threw some
ice cream, some milk, and some of the cookies and cupcakes into the blender until
it was full, turning it into a milkshake of sorts, waiting until the second bottle
of soda was done, pouring that into the funnel as well. Tony swallowed all of it
down, his stomach beginning to grow larger and larger, even his arms and legs began
to grow until they simply snapped the rope tying him to the table. His clothes,
which were a bit baggy even for his extremely thin form, were now skintight. Tony
sat up, causing his clothes to snap, ripping into shreds. The now naked fox sat
on the table, groaning at his overly full stomach.
"Now what did you have to go and tie me down
for?" Tony whined. Vince just smiled.
"To make sure you didn't have any complaints
about me getting you back into shape." Vince chuckled. "A nice round one,
to be sure." Tony grinned, and went over to the counter, opening several packages
of the snacks.
"Honestly. I think it would get done faster if
there were two of us working. Will you make me another one of those milkshakes,
love?" he asked with a giggle. Vince just smiled, and set to work making several
more.
What followed could be described as nothing less
than a feeding frenzy. After almost half an hour's worth of gobbling up every trace
of food in the kitchen, whether by itself or in milkshake form (when they ran out
of ice cream, they just used mayonnaise), an extremely large -- and quite happy
-- Tony lay on the floor, panting for breath, with an even happier, sleeping Vince
laying on top of his huge tummy, using it as a pillow. Tony giggled and poked the
side of his tummy, making his belly ripple like a massaging bed.
"Good night," he said happily as he laid
back on the floor, drifting off, too.