Tara invited her best friend Da'Ron inside, opening her arms wide.

He hugged her tight. "Wow. You look amazing!"

"Thanks!" Tara said as she looked down at her own body. "It feels good to be able to wear small shirts again."

Da'Ron was impressed. Last time he had seen her, some two-ish years back, she struggled with her weight. She never got bigger than what he concidered obese, but for Tara, it seemed that even seeing two-hundred on the scale was enough to dampen her mood. "What did you do? Keto? Fasting? Or just that good at hitting the gym?"

Tara sat down, prompting her guest to do the same. "Well..." She lifted a drink from the coffee table in front of her. "I wouldn't say that my methods were...conventional."

"Unconventional, how?"

The glass of beer was quickly emptied. "Ummm. You wanna' see?"

He shrugged. "Sure."

Standing back up, Tara led Da'Ron down the hall and into her bedroom. She briefly hesitated in opening the door. "This is what I mean." 

In the room, sitting on a small ottoman, was the headless body that once belonged to Tara. She smiled brightly. "Ta-da!"

Da'Ron was speechless. "You did a body exchange?"

"It was worth every penny. I tried everything. And I mean everything. I just wasn't coming down from two-fourty."

He wanted to get closer, but as it was naked---the first time seeing her bare for that matter---he refrianed. "So...what are you going to do with it?"

"That's where you come in."

"Oh." Da'Ron said as he slipped his hands into his pockets. "Wait, what?"

"Oh come on. I know you liked my plus-size self."

"Whoa, when did I ever say that?"

"When we first became friends. You said you like 'em 'thick'."

"That was...that was pertaining to Gloria. Not..well, I mean not..."

"I don't want it. I don't need it. So, I'm giving it to you."

He looked at the body, then to Tara, then back to the body. "Are you sure about this?" A wave of heat traveled throughout his body. A coctail of chemicals fueled his steps towards the headless, chubby, ex-Tara. 

"Absolutely. Think of it as a gift for always being there for me when no other guy was."

His hands, starting from the shoulders, ran down its arms, to the thick thighs, then back up to feel the bumps of its soft belly. Once he felt himself get hard, he pulled back. 

"Thank...thank you."

"You're welcome, best friend."


(Made with AI, touched up with photo editing software)