Wrong Steroids - Part 5

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As the end of the year rolled around the effects of my near-constant gorging were very apparent. The last time I'd measured my weight it was just below 275 and that was several months ago so I'm guessing that I'm around 300 now. What had been my rounded and protruding belly has turned into a large sack of fat that sticks out almost a foot in front of me and hangs down halfway to my knees.

My breasts are about the size of small melons and hang down to my elbows on either side of my belly. When I walk these days, it's almost more like a waddle as my belly swings back and forth as I move. Now, I was aware that I'd continued to gain weight, but it wasn't something that I was trying to achieve, nor was it something that I didn't want to happen - I just didn't much care one way or another. I was just enjoying relaxing and hanging around the house with Romey and eating, and just not worrying about things so if I gained weight, so be it.

But Romey and I were lying in bed last night, just kind of snuggling up against each other and gently fondling parts of each other's body when we had this conversation-

R: "Like, Danny, did you ever worry about all the weight that you're gaining?"

Me: "Like, why? It bothers you?"

R: "Well, uh, it's kind of sexy but, like, you almost never go out of the house anymore. And you don't seem to want to do anything but, like, sleep, and eat, and watch TV, and eat. Doesn't that get a little boring?" Me: "So, what are you saying? That I should lose some weight?"

R: "Whatever. It's your body. But if you ever wanted to try to slim down a little and get a life, I'll be glad to help you."

And with that, he moved down and began to suck on my nipples and that got me so turned on that I had to play with his cock, and you can guess where the rest of that evening went.

A day or so after that, while I was sitting in the kitchen working my way through the enormous breakfast that Dad had left for me the thought suddenly popped into my mind, "Why am I doing this?"

I looked down and saw how I'd been shoveling food into my mouth faster than I could chew and swallow it and I was drooling maple syrup and it had dropped from my chin and down onto my belly making a small stream that ran down the front of it.

My legs were spread so that my huge belly could sag down between them, making it more comfortable for me. And as I glanced behind me I could see how my ass was beginning to swell out over the seat of the chair on either side. I pushed the plate of food away from me and lumbered up to the shower to wash off. As I walked past the bathroom mirror to get into the shower, I looked over and realized how my once trim and muscular body had turned into a series of rolls of fat, beginning with my second chin and ending with the lowest roll that hung down between my legs almost to my knees. "Jesus, how could you do this to yourself?" I thought.

So after I finished my shower, I put on a pair of sweatpants and went down to the workout room to use the treadmill. Man, I was so out of shape and overweight that after about five minutes I was sweating like a pig and gasping for breath. Just then Romey came into the room, looked at me on the treadmill for a minute, and then began to giggle. "What's so damn funny", I asked, "I'm about to die over her and you're laughing at me?"

"It's, um,  just that, well, uh, with all the weight you've gained, when you're jogging you, uh, kind of look like  the 'Michelin Man', all kind of flopping in different directions at the same time."

"Yeah?", I responded, "Well if I die of a heart attack or anything, you'll have to drag me up the stairs and get help", and that got both of us laughing.

So after that, I spent my time working to reverse what I had done to my body the past year or so, with Romey acting as sort of my personal trainer, helping me cut way back on my eating and helping me choose healthier foods, and helping me plan out workouts that would stress me but not to a dangerous level, and offering encouragement whenever I got depressed about my rate of progress. Guess Dad wasn't initially too happy about what we were doing but it didn't seem to make any difference with my popularity on his website so he didn't interfere with us.

Gosh, Romey can be a really stern taskmaster when she, oops "he", wants to be. Whenever I wanted to slack off a little, or maybe take a day off from exercising, he'd be all over my case. After about four months his nagging and my exercising and dieting were beginning to show some results.

I had dropped a lot of weight - I was down to around 250 now. And in addition to the weight gain, I've improved my muscle tone a lot. Now, my muscles are still hidden under a layer of fat but I don't get as winded as I did several months ago and my workouts can be a lot more intense. I think that because I had been so lean and muscular several years ago, it was a lot easier for my body to burn off the extra pounds that I had packed on. While I still had to work really hard and watch my diet, I was encouraged by the results that I had seen so far.

"You know", Romey said to me one morning, "Now that you're beginning to look halfway normal again, we could do something with your hair."

"My hair?" I said, "I haven't really paid much attention to it for, like, over a year."

"That's what I mean. It's grown back to a nice length and while it's pretty greasy and just pulled back in a ponytail, I think we could make it look a lot prettier."

So that afternoon Romey spent several hours working on my hair, washing it and lightening it and putting on conditioner, and trimming and styling it. Man, when he finally let me look in the mirror I couldn't believe how neat it looked. It was this light shade of blond and hung down below my shoulders with a nice wave and it swept across the right side of my face just over my eye. "Wow!" I said, "It's really nice but isn't it kind of, like, too feminine?"

"Well, I could change the style", he said, "But I think it really does look so nice on you - let's leave it that way for a day or so and see how you feel about it then."

And after a couple of days, I decided that I really did like the new style and decided to leave it that way.

A couple of months later I had gotten down to 227. That was good progress, but the one thing that bothered me was that my breasts hadn't gotten much smaller they were still pretty big -not that it bothered me because that was the one area that I had enjoyed watching develop but the problem was that they were developing these little marks at the top that Romey told me were "stretch marks." "So, they'll go away eventually?" I asked.

"No. They'll get worse. Your problem is that you're not giving them any support and because of their size your skin is stretching."

"Support?" I asked, "I hope that you're not talking about what I think you're talking about."

"Hey, your choice", he came back; "A bra or stretch marks."

Well, that wasn't much of a choice so I told him to go ahead and buy me some bras. Turns out that I needed a size 38 DD to get a proper fit. And the first time I put it on I really had to fuss with it to get it on and then hated the way it looked and felt on me. But after a couple of days, I got used to it, and then I even got to like it.

When I put on a bra in the mornings and looked at myself in the mirror and saw how my breasts didn't sag down anymore, and how my cleavage was emphasized it made me feel, well, just kind of sexy. So I asked Romey to get me a couple more that were a little fancier and some different colors and things like that.

Shortly after that Romey suggested that my face looked a little, uh, plain. Guess that since I hadn't been out in the sun or to the tanning salon lately, my tan had faded to a kind of pasty white color. He suggested that I might want to wear a little makeup to look better. I wasn't too wild about that but that evening, after a light supper, we went up to our room and he pulled out a bunch of women's magazines and we looked through them at the different examples of makeup styles, giggling and commenting on how many of them looked extreme, and ended up deciding that just a little eye shadow, and blush and lip gloss would be good to start out with. It was really neat just lying on the bed with Romey, snuggled up against each other while we browsed through the magazines we were almost acting like sisters.

Well, getting my weight much below 200 was pretty hard. No matter how much I watched my diet and exercised I had pretty much reached a plateau at 173. Now I was really amazed at how fast my rolls of fat had disappeared but I still had a figure that was, well, "rounded" is probably the best way I can describe it.

Other than my breasts, I have a rounded and soft tummy, wide hips, a nicely rounded rear end, and soft thighs. I mean, when I look at myself in a mirror, if you didn't know that I was a guy, you'd think that I was a, well, uh, a slightly chubby girl.

As I'd been losing weight my old clothes had been getting looser and looser on me. Now I hadn't been getting out of the house so I'd just been putting on old pairs of my sweatpants and tops and just cinching up the waist so they wouldn't fall down. Of course, I hadn't been wearing any underwear for a long time and I guess I could have just continued to dress that way. But Romey looked so cute in his girl's panties that when he suggested that I could wear a pair of his panties if I wanted to, it didn't take me long to agree to his suggestion.

I tried on a pair and they fit surprisingly well. Now Romey's waist was about four inches smaller than mine but he'd had to get these panties that were really "full cut" so as to contain his big cock and balls - the end result was that his panties didn't fit me all that badly.

The first couple of times I wore them I was, like, thinking about how I was wearing a girl's panties for the first time and that was a turn-on. Then I thought about how the panties I was wearing now had been worn previously by Romey and how the fabric that was rubbing up against my crotch had previously rubbed up against his dick and balls and that got me so turned on that I couldn't help myself and dribbled a little liquid into the panties and was walking around the house with a wet crotch.

Romey and I had a fight over the bathroom this morning, like, it's always a race every morning to see who gets to the bathroom first. Back when I was really heavy, Romey would beat me almost every time - unless I tripped her, of course, but now that I had gotten back to a more normal weight we were pretty evenly matched. So anyway, I'd beaten her this morning and was taking my time with showering and my hair and makeup and she was getting pretty impatient:

"For Pete's sake, will you hurry up? You've been in there for hours!"

"Have not, and it's taking me longer because you left the sink full of hair yesterday and I had to clean it up."

"That was your hair from the day before. And you left your dirty clothes on the floor  as usual!"

"Well, you leave yours on the bedroom floor. And you've been using my makeup again."

"I wouldn't touch your stupid makeup, the colors are all wrong for me! And you spilled my perfume last week!"

"If you'd put the top back on it wouldn't have spilled!"

"And I know that you've been pawing through my clothes - they're always messed up!"

"If they're messed up that's because you never arrange anything neatly!

"And you used the last of the conditioner and never told anyone so they could buy more!"

"If you wouldn't use twice as much as any normal person we wouldn't have run out!"

"Bitch!" "Triple bitch!"

Finally, Dad got tired of all the squabbling and came to the bottom of the stairs and yelled up to us: "I'm tired of listening to you two arguing. Will you girls knock it off!" I came out of the bathroom and just made a face at Romey and stuck my tongue out at her as I flounced off to our bedroom. Actually, we weren't really, really all that mad at each other - just needed to let off a little steam for an hour later after breakfast was finished, Romey and I were sitting at the kitchen table in our skimpy nighties thumbing through the pages of my latest copies of CosmoGirl and Elle,

"Ohhh, look at that guy! He's hot!"

"You think every guy is hot."

"Do not. At least I'm not in love with the whole band."

"I'm not in love. I just think they're cute and I like to look at them."

"Come on. Give me the magazine. I want to read the article on how to fake an orgasm."

"Yeah. Like, that's always been a problem for you!"

"Oh yeah? Well, who's got her panties wet already this morning?"

"Can I help it if I get turned on by your body?"

"Speaking of that - race you to the bedroom", and the day was off to a great start!

Since my weight has pretty much stabilized we decided that it was probably time to do some shopping and get myself some new clothes so that I didn't have to rely on any of my old boy's clothes (that I hated now) or clothes borrowed from Romey (most of which were way too tight on me).

So we headed off to the mall and with a little help from Romey I got several pairs of pretty slacks and some cute blouses and a couple of pairs of sweaters (tight - to show off my assets), and a couple of low cut tops.

Romey tried to get me to buy some underwear at the department store but I had been doing some online browsing and really wanted to hit Victoria's Secret. Once at vs, I picked up two more bras, some lounging pants and tops, and a number of panties. Now, Romey had to wear fairly full-cut panties to accommodate her "equipment" but I wanted the tighter, skimpier ones to show off more of my cute rear end so I ended up buying mostly thongs. I bought two pairs of open-toed sandals in white and yellow.

Romey tried to talk me into buying some sandals with higher, or even "spike", heels but I wasn't quite ready for that or for the dresses that she wanted me to buy maybe in a month or so.

After we were done shopping, as a special treat we headed over to a nail salon and got both manicures and pedicures. I'd been letting my fingernails grow out and they were getting nice and long but the tips were a little ragged and my cuticles needed some work. So after a French Manicure, I couldn't believe how beautiful they looked when they'd been trimmed and buffed and had white polish applied to their tips. For the pedicure, I just chose a bright red polish that looked so pretty when I wore my open-toed sandals.

Romey did talk me into buying one pair of really tight, really low cut jeans that didn't do much more than just barely cover up my crotch but man, did I get stares from the guys when I decided to wear them home that day!

I almost got stares for the wrong reason when I tried them on at VS you could see, well, some pubic hair showing in front. I was, like, "I can't wear these", and I was going to put them back on the rack when the salesgirl whispered in my ear,

"There's a salon next door, and they do waxing."

Now I kind of knew what waxing was in a general sort of way but I'd never had it done, but I really did like the way the jeans molded themselves to my body and the way they looked on me except for the hair, of course, so Romey and I went next door to the salon and I got a quick wax job and oh shit did that hurt! But after my breathing returned to normal, I struggled back into the jeans and wore them home, getting a lot of stares from the guys we passed in the mall.

Romey had been checking me out too and she told me how cute my dimples were.

"Dimples", I said, "What dimples?" She told me to look at my reflection in a store window that we were walking past and I could see that the jeans were cut so low in the rear that you could see these two big, cute dimples at the top of my rear end. And I hadn't even known that I had dimples there! But what with the feel of the tight jeans on my body, and Romey's comment about my dimples and the stares from guys I was, like, getting really turned on by the whole experience, and pretty soon I had a damp spot in the crotch of my jeans and I couldn't wait till we had gotten out of the mall and into our car and I could start rubbing myself down there, and moaning a little, and turning the damp spot into a wet spot while Romey watched me and giggled.

I've been spending more time in the kitchen with Romey lately and she's been teaching me how to cook. Actually, we've been trying out a lot of low-calorie recipes to help me control my weight.

At first, I wasn't all that careful in following the recipes, and man, did I turn out some real disasters, but eventually, I got to the point where I was a pretty good cook. Other than learning how to cook, it was really fun just hanging out in the kitchen with Romey, like, both of us had on aprons to protect our pretty clothes, and we're watching the soaps on TV and talking about relationships and makeup and stuff like that. At times it would almost be like we were sisters. But then one of us would accidentally brush up against the other, and then that one would, like, kind of rub up against the first one, and then pretty soon we'd exchange a kiss and then embracing and making out and we usually ended up upstairs in bed or in the family room couch if my father wasn't home!

It was funny, but a year ago I was embarrassed by how "small" I had gotten "down there", but now it doesn't bother me in fact, I like it.

Now when Romey bought clothes she had to choose ones that were cut very loose and baggy in the crotch area so her size down there didn't show.

But I didn't have that problem, I could get styles that were as tight and form-fitting as I wanted. And since I had real breasts as opposed to the breast forms that Romey was using I could wear low cut tops and show off a lot of my ample cleavage. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't want to make it seem like I'm "dumping" on her or anything it's just that the two of us have very different figures. Romey's got a very slim build kind of like a model's figure  but she's, well, she's just "beautiful." I'm a couple of inches taller than she is and I've got a fuller figure and I like to show it off with my tight clothes and skimpy tops.

At Romey's suggestion I finally did get some sandals with these three-inch spike heels - gosh, did they take some getting used to! But wow, do they make a difference when I wear them! Other than making me a couple of inches taller, my hips really swivel a lot more when I walk in them and my rear end swings back and forth much more noticeably. The other day I was coming out of the Lady's Room at a restaurant and as I walked past a couple of guys at the bar I heard one of them comment to the other, "Man, check that out. She's built for comfort." I just blushed.

We were washing dishes after supper last night and I guess I was humming a tune, for Romey turned to me and asked, "Do you know the name of that tune that you're humming?"

"Uh, no, I guess not. Just something that popped into my mind."

"Well, it's 'I Enjoy Being A Girl' which in your case is very appropriate."

"Yeah? Well, just keep drying the dishes and try not to drop and break one like you did last night."

A couple of weeks after that I decided that I didn't like the name "Danny"  I don't know why it just didn't seem right. So lately I've been signing my name as "Danni."

I think I hurt Romey's feelings this morning, well, I don't "think" that I hurt her feelings; I "know" that I hurt them. Like, Romey had been stuffing these breast forms into her bra for a long time to hide the fact that she didn't have breasts, and she had gradually been using larger and larger forms.

Well, when she got dressed this morning and came down for breakfast, I couldn't believe it, man, it looked like she was a size 34DD! Like, on someone my size, DD's might have been appropriate, but for someone with her trim figure, they were way, way out of proportion! She had these huge breasts sticking out in front of her, and it looked like the buttons on her blouse were going to pop off, and when she sat down at the table to eat she had to reach around them with her arms to pick up her food, and she had to bend forward to look over them to see the food on her plate. Finally, she was maneuvering a forkful of scrambled eggs up to her mouth when the eggs slipped off the fork and fell down into her blouse. She scowled and the look on her face just sort of set me off and I started giggling and then laughed out loud.

Romey looked at me as if she was going to start crying, and then she smiled a little and then began laughing, and pretty soon we were both laughing so hard that we were crying, and messing up our mascara while we were embracing each other and kissing. After that, Romey dropped back to a 34C size which was a much better match to her slim build.

Romey and I went to a movie at the mall today we picked out a real "chick flick" that had us both crying at the sad scenes so after the movie we had to go to the Lady's Room and repair our makeup. We made sure to use the Lady's Room at the theatre instead of the Lady's Room in the mall. The one in the mall is really messy and smells pretty bad almost as bad as the Men's Room! Anyway, as we left the theatre we were both in, well, kind of a romantic mood so we were holding hands and snuggling against each other a little as we walked along. We walked past these two older ladies at one point and I noticed that they turned to stare at us as we walked past them. I heard them whispering to each other:

"Did you notice the two girls we just walked past?"

"Yes, the one could stand to lose 15 pounds."

"And the top she's wearing exposes everything but her nipples!"

"And she has this horrible tattoo on one of her breasts!"

"Why would any girl want to do that to her body?"

"And do you see how tight and skimpy her clothes are and how her rear end wiggles as she walks along?"

"Yes. I think the smaller one is really much prettier."

"Did you see that they were holding hands?"

"Yes. I wonder if they're, lesbians?"

If they only knew!

The End.