Archie Andrews Weight Gain Story

Chapter 4: New Habits = New Pounds

   Despite Archie's promise to himself to continue with his old habits of eating clean and going to the gym, he found it increasingly hard to do so. What with the stress of finals, finishing senior year with a good enough grade to graduate, and senior prom fast approaching, Archie was spending less and less time worrying about his figure and health and more time studying and working. The stress of studying coupled with the stress of owning a business at a gym completely by himself led Archie to do what plenty of other people do: He stress ate.

   Archie had never really had to stress about things before high school, and for the majority of the insane events that occurred over the past two years Archie had no choice but to be in tip-top shape. This time around, Archie technically didn't have to worry about being in good enough shape to fight prisoners, murderers, or his girlfriend's father. Meal prepping was replaced with drive through runs, late night workouts were replaced with studying and shoving fist-fulls of chips into his mouth, and running early in the morning was replaced with sleeping in. Up until recently, Archie had never realized he could get the same euphoria from food as he could working out. And it was completely painless unlike running, weight training, or boxing. Sure, he was a bit more sleepier, but that must've been from the sheer amount of stress and studying. It wasn't long until Archie started to notice the effects of the complete 180 in his routines.

Two Weeks After First Binge

   "BEEP, BEEP, BEEP," Archie slammed his palm on his alarm clock, and pulled the covers slowly off of his body. The past two weeks have been a whirlwind of studying, putting in late nights to do paperwork for the gym, and eating. And eating, and eating, and eating. As a result, Archie was feeling exhausted, and was finding it harder and harder to satiate his hunger with each passing day. 

   Archie rolled out of bed, standing up and stretching. He began to get dressed, and while lifting his shirt to apply his deodorant, he noticed something a bit off. In place of his usual cut, slim figure, his body seemed to have bloated out a bit. Archie took off his shirt again, and surveyed the sight before him. His face looked exactly the same, but lowering his eyes he realized he must've put on a few pounds. His shoulders looked relatively the same, perhaps a bit less defined, but as he got down to his pecs and stomach, he realized he looked pretty average. His pecs were the tiniest bit beefier, and his stomach was completely smooth. He flexed his abs, and he could see the faint outline of the top two but nothing else. Letting go, he noticed the smallest pooch of skin that peeked over his boxers. Gone was the deep V formation on his hips; it was simply a smooth transition from his hips to his nether region. 

   "Oh man...I've put on a few, huh?" Archie thought, patting his stomach and noticing it rippled just the smallest amount. Sighing, Archie put his shirt back on and finished getting ready for the day. Walking downstairs, he noticed the sweet aroma of bacon and french toast. Upon reaching the kitchen, Archie found his mother whipping up quite the breakfast spread. On the kitchen table, there was a large plate of french toast next to an equally large plate of bacon. The butter syrup was out too, and his mother just cracked an egg into a pan on the stove.

   "Good morning sweetheart! I don't have to go into work today so I figured I would make us both some good old fashioned breakfast like I used to," She greeted Archie, returning to the egg on the stove.

   "Thanks mom, I'm starving!" Archie helped himself to five pieces of french toast and a handful of bacon, smothering both foods with syrup and digging in immediately. Archie's mom had made three eggs for him, and plopped them onto his plate. Archie didn't even stop to thank her as he continued shoving bite after bite of breakfast into his mouth. He finished his meal, noting that his belly was already a bit bloated. Kissing his mom goodbye, he left for school.

First Period 

   Archie flopped into his seat, still a bit full from breakfast as he waited for the rest of the class to filter in. He heard Jughead say goodbye to Betty from outside the door, and nearly went slack-jawed at the sight of his best friend. While Archie had put on five, maybe seven pounds at the most over these past two weeks, it looked as if Jug had put on double. Jughead, clad in his now way-too-tight skinny jeans and a t-shirt that showed every curve of his new body, sauntered into the classroom, his pot belly jiggling with every step. Jughead sat down rather heavily into the seat next to Archie as he greeted him, stifling a burp.

   "Rpp, Hey Arch, how goes it?" Jughead asked, pulling down his tight shirt in vain. Archie had a hard time responding, as he was assessing the damage his friend had done to his body in such a short period of time. Jughead's face took a bit of the weight, as his cheeks puffed out a bit, and he had a fat deposit underneath his chin. Archie's eyes continued down his body, where he saw two official manboobs cresting out of Jug's chest. Below that was the biggest feature: Jughead's new pot belly. It completely filled out his shirt, revealing itself out of the bottom hem of the shirt and flopping over his tight jeans. He also had official love handles that pillowed over, connecting to each other in the back, creating a spare tire.

   "I'm good man, uh..how are you?" Archie replied, subconsciously placing a hand on his stomach. "Man, I gotta be careful. I don't wanna end up like Jug,"  He thought as Jughead began detailing his morning. 

   The school day dragged on as the excitement of prom was fast approaching, and the students didn't want to spend their time in a hot school when they could be shopping for dresses and tuxedos. Finally, the last bell rang as Archie and Veronica walked to his car. Veronica was no stranger to Archie's new eating habits, and would more often than not encourage them whenever they were together. Today, they were headed to Pop's to discuss prom plans. The couple talked the whole ride there, with Archie's stomach grumbling hungrily throughout. 

   Once seated in a booth, Veronica ordered a strawberry milkshake, while Archie ordered a burger with fries, a banana split, and a chocolate milkshake with extra whipped cream. The two began talking about prom as the food was brought out, and Archie immediately went to work on his large meal.

   "Okay, so I was thinking you could pick me up at 6:00, and we could maybe get dinner on me before hand?" Veronica suggested, watching Archie wash down a massive bite of his burger with his milkshake. 

   "Ronnie, you don't have to pay, but yes that sounds good. And we head off to the school by 7:30?" He replied, taking another bite of his burger and pulling down his shirt.

   Before Veronica replied, she found herself examining Archie. "Wow," She thought, "Someone's packing on the pounds, huh?"

   Her eyes wandered down to his now bloated stomach as she realized that his bloat wasn't nearly as small as it used to be when he ever overate. It was a good deal more spherical. And was it just her, or were his muscular pecs a bit less defined? Veronica snapped out of it and continued on with the conversation, pushing aside her daydreams of a rounder boyfriend.

   "URRRP. Man, I'm stuffed!" Archie exclaimed, staring at the empty contents of his dishes and glass. Veronica couldn't help but notice him loosening his belt to account for the bulge of his tight, bloated tummy. 

   "What do you say we head to my place for a bit?" She asked, her voice dripping with suggestion.

   "Uh, yeah sure, as long as your mom isn't there," Archie replied, standing up with a bi of difficulty and pulling down his now tight shirt.

   The two headed to Veronica's apartment, and cuddled in her bed. Archie had continued to burp, trying to alleviate the pressure built up from consuming so much food. Veronica began rubbing his stomach in slow, gentle circles as he began to nod off into a peaceful sleep. "My little Archiekins won't be too little for much longer,"  Veronica thought, imagining him with a flabbier belly, manboobs, and a double chin to match.