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lihikainanea · 3 years

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Just (scrumptious) thoughts.

Alright so look, Bill kind of always gets cast to play similar types, right? Tall, creepy thin types. Dudes that look a little out of the ordinary.

But maybe to his delight, after an audition that he left kind of thinking he bombed it, maybe Good Dude Bill gets cast as something very different--a strong, alpha male, buff kind of dude.

And Bill is no stranger to the insane things he sometimes has to do for roles, so maybe when the studio connects him with a dietician, with a trainer who looks like Mad Max, maybe Bill is a little apprehensive but he just dives in full force because that’s what Bill does. And tiger, bless her heart, maybe tiger even books some separate meetings with his dietician just so she can understand what he needs to be eating and when, how she can prepare it for him, etc.

At first, the building stage seems fun. Bill gets to consume like, 8,000 calories a day and he’s even allowed some sweets and treats. It’s just about building mass onto his skinny frame at this point, and consuming massive amounts of calories seems like a lot of fun. But then he gets his meal plan, and he realizes that he just constantly needs to be eating, even if he’s not hungry. Part of his million calories a day means he needs to consume like, 6 chicken breasts. He’s eating every 90 minutes, and halfway through the regime he swears he hasn’t been actually hungry in like, 8 weeks. It’s just not a feeling he feels anymore, when he’s cramming that much food down.

Tiger does her best to make the meals appetizing within the limitations of his diet. And Bill is all heart-eyes, because he’s exhausted from the training and sleeping all the time to help his body heal, and tiger just spends hours in the kitchen food prepping all of his meals and packaging them up. She gets it all ready for him, puts it in little containers, and even goes as far as to put little sticky notes on them with the time that he should be eating which container. It takes her forever, but truth be told for as enthusiastic as Bill was at the beginning--she’s never quite seem him so down and out, so tired, so unenthusiastic about everything.

His last meal he actually needs to be woken up for, because it’s around 11PM when he’s already been asleep for like two hours. Tiger nearly gags for him in sympathy, watching as he attempts to chew a chicken breast and swallow it without hurling. It’s just so much food.

And it has other effects too--Bill always ran hot, but now his body is like a furnace to the point where tiger can’t even sleep with blankets anymore because he heats the whole bed. He’s beefing out like crazy--it’s not defined muscle at this point, more just sheer bulk, but he’s bigger than she’s ever seen him. He’s always tired and sore, training twice a day, and he just doesn’t have the energy for much anymore. He’s constantly stuffed and uncomfortable and none of his clothes fit anymore.

But you know, after the bulk stage, is the cutting stage. The stage where all of that mass needs to be sculpted and defined into carved muscles. And Bill doesn’t know which one was worse--being force fed everyday, or having his calories cut so drastically that he’s suddenly starving all the time.

Tiger does her best to support him. She doesn’t keep junk in the house, or if she does, she hides it. She tries desperately to add flavour to what little food he’s allowed to eat, but even she struggles to do that when things like butter and salt and oil are off limits. Bill’s diet basically consists of steamed salmon and broccoli, a half a cup of brown rice every other day, salad with cucumbers and no dressing. Tomatoes have carbs and his diet is so ridiculous that he’s allowed one tomato a week, as a treat. Sweets are off limits. Alcohol is off limits. Bill basically has only 5 things that he can eat.

Their weekly dates at restaurants are a dream of long times past--there’s nothing Bill can eat at a restaurant so even though he offers, even though he tells tiger he wants to take her out--she refuses. It would be torture for the poor bastard. Tiger doesn’t order in anymore, and when she wants pizza or junk she head’s over to another friend’s house and orders it there. Maybe they’ve even taken to eating at different times--tiger will sit with Bill while he eats the pitiful portion of bland food on his plate, keep him company, but she’ll eat after. Tiger is all for eating healthy but this is an extreme, and she can’t eat that way--so when Bill is done, hell maybe when he’s sleeping, she’ll sneak out and have her regular meal just so that she doesn’t tempt the poor bastard. The one time she ate a piece of heavily buttered toast in front of him, Bill’s jowls got all droopy and there was basically a puddle of drool on his place mat.

And like, here’s the thing right? Tiger tries her best to be supportive, but maybe one of her colleagues has a birthday coming up and tiger actually likes this colleague. So maybe one night, she bakes a cake--a decadent, fudgy chocolate cake. And she tells Bill to just go to the gym or something, or to lock himself in the bedroom or the office for as long as possible so the scent doesn’t get to him. And Bill has just basically lost his will to live at this point, he’s a walking, calorie-deprived zombie, so he’s completely resigned and he just tells tiger that he doesn’t care anymore. It’s okay kid, I don’t feel things anymore. Emotions require calories and he has none of those to spare. He goes to lie down.

Tiger makes the cake, ices it, covers it all up on the counter and then goes to bed.

But like...Bill is not made of stone. And he has been so good on this regime, but he has a breaking point. He is exhausted, he is sore all the time, he’s starving all the time, and he just...snaps. So maybe one night in the wee hours of the morning, tiger goes to snuggle into him and he’s just....not there. She rubs at her eyes sleepily, leans over the bed and she notices the light is on in the kitchen. Pushing the covers back, she stands and groggily stumbles down the hallway.

And there’s Bill, wrapped in a blanket, chocolate smudged all over his face, chewing calmly as he just digs his fork into the cake. He’s already about one quarter of the way through.

“Billy...” she says, shocked.

“Yeah?” he says casually. Another forkful crammed in his mouth, chocolate crumbs all over his chin.

“Should you be....” and she ain’t even mad. She ain’t mad that Bill is devouring the cake she made for her colleague. Tiger knows a man on the brink of insanity when she sees one.

“Nope,” he answers. Another forkful, another leisurely chew.

“S’good kid, well done,” he says with his mouth full.

Tiger could say a lot of things. She could tell him that he shouldn’t be eating this. She could tell him that it’ll be torture to try and work this out of his body tomorrow. She could tell him that his trainer and dietician will be furious. She could tell him he has worked so hard, that he shouldn’t ruin it like this, she could take the cake away from him and not let him sabotage his hard work.

But tiger knows her Big Dude--knows all the resolve and dedication he has, and she knows when he is at his breaking point. So instead of all the things she could say, she just reaches out and brushes the curl back from his forehead as he shoves in another bite.

“Want a glass of milk?” she asks.

“Mmph,” he grunts.

So she pours two big glasses of whole milk, cold from the fridge, grabs a fork, and she pushes at his blanket. Crawling into his lap, she loops an arm around him and then digs her fork into the cake.

“Oh that is good,” she says, “Damn.”

“Mmph,” he grunts in reply.

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