Bella's Battle of the Bulge Part One

Brie was not in a good mood. The younger Bella twin (though only by 16 minutes) used to enjoy these shopping trips with her sister; she could steer Nikki towards clothes she herself liked the look of and then borrow them later, and it was a chance for them to properly catch up, their busy lives not leaving much opportunity for anything more substantial than a cursory chat backstage or in the car. Recently however, a change in circumstances seemed to have dictated that Nikki talk solely about herself. Every outing was dominated by her up and down relationship, media appearances and how ‘tough’ it was being the greatest Diva’s Champion of all time.

“Brie?”

“Huh, what?” she replied, looking up from her grumbly daydream to see her sister stuck in a slightly bizarre pose, her rear poking just too far out for the stance to be natural.

“I asked you a question.” Said Nikki, her bossy tone not improving Brie’s opinion of the day.

“Uh, yeah, sure. I like it.” It wasn’t that Brie didn’t care. She still liked hanging out with her sister, and clothes shopping was always a blast, but this was the nineteenth dress Nikki had taken into the changing rooms. She also had to admit she was a little less invested in this process since her sisters breast enhancement had meant their wardrobes began to diverge from each other.

She’d never say it out loud, but Brie knew in her own mind that Nikki only got the boob job so she’d always have something over her younger twin. Brie would never have even considered such an operation, preferring natural in all areas of her life. She did have to admit her sister carried it well, though, since she’d always had slightly more in the hip and rear so the proportions weren’t too off. A certain amount of jealousy had arisen at her sister’s success (however it was attained) and Brie had found herself occasionally daydreaming ways to bring her troubling twin down a peg.

Nikki had disappeared at her answer, apparently happy that Brie’s comment was genuine. She could have mentioned that her ass was looking a little wider and rounder than usual, but the amount it would have made her feel better was outweighed by how much longer they would be there and how much more insufferable her sister would be if she did. Nikki emerged after a while back in her original clothes, a slightly risqué low cut belly top and jeans as far down her hips as physics would allow. She clutched six of the nineteen dresses; including the one Brie had slightly flippantly given her verdict on. For a moment she just stood there, arms laden with clothes, staring at Brie expectantly.

“Uh, Brie? Am I supposed to carry all these myself?”

Brie again thought about saying something, but at that moment she just wanted to get out of there, so she hoisted her bag over her shoulder and took what ended up being all six of the dresses, as Nikki swaggered off to buy them. She ended up carrying them all the way to the car, and then Nikki expected her to drive. It was safe to say Brie was not happy. Her mood was about to improve however.

They had been driving for 45 minutes, with Nikki babbling about something to do with herself. Brie had zoned out, ‘uh huh’ and ‘mhm’-ing her way through the monologue, as she again began to daydream about humbling her sister a little. Then, Nikki said something which she did hear.

“We’re gonna have to hit the gym again later on. I had to suck in a little for those dresses today.”

Brie didn’t respond, her brain suddenly exploding with an idea.

“Brie? We need to go the gym. Are you listening?”

“Yeah, okay.” Was all Brie could faintly say in reply. She should have gotten to this point much earlier, but in their world, this concept was so foreign as not to be considered. Nikki’s body was her everything. The boob job, getting a little thicker, her tiny gear; it wasn’t the only reason she was on top, but it didn’t hurt. And now it could help. Take away her hot body, and suddenly Nikki wouldn’t be ordering her sister around as much. And the perfect way to do it? Weight gain.
Nikki carried on talking, this time about the various merits of her workout routine over Brie’s, but Brie simply smiled and let her talk. This would take a lot of planning, but in her mind, it was already perfect.