chapter 4

She waited patiently by the bathroom scales, now placed expectantly in the middle of the bathroom floor. She could hear him slurp his milkshake, brimming with calories, as he lumbered heavily up the stairs, each step creaking loudly in protest at having to bear his weight. He huffed and puffed all the way up she swore.

"Phew," he exclaimed, short of breath, as his belly entered the bathroom before him. It shook invitingly to her eye with each lazy, lumbering step of his. He stifled a belch as he slurped the last mouthful of the thickened shake.

"Those stairs seem longer every night," he said, mopping his brow with the back of his hand. He leant against the wall for support, his belly bulging.

"Becoming a struggle, are they?" she said, crossing her arms and smiling.

He patted his belly.

"Kinda, not as easy as they used to be at least."

"I'm not surprised," she replied, eyeing his gut critically.

"You're more than a few pounds from where we started, aren't you?"

"Maybe a little," he nodded in acknowledgment, patting his belly.

"Well then," she added. "Let's see it".

She pointed to the scale. "I think you've put on a lot this month."

She prodded his belly. "And I really want to know the damage, I've worked hard and waited long enough."

He stepped onto the scale and looked down. His belly was getting way too big and now obscured the display completely.

"Damn!" she gasped, looking down at the number.

"I didn't think it would be that much."

Her own cheeks flushed with colour this time. What a glutton.

He reached down and shook his belly in both hands.

"Whatever it is," he said. "It's sure as hell starting to feel like it."

She kissed him on the cheek. "Well it sure looks good from where I'm standing, that's for sure."

"But, ..." she said, pausing to point at the scale.

"Have you really been honest about all you've been eating this month? ... Because judging by that number down there, not all these extra calories are 'my' fault."

She giggled as she massaged his gut with her hands.

"Anything you'd like to confess?"

He blushed.

"A man has needs," he replied, smiling back at her.

She ran her hand down the apex of his belly.

"Evidently," she said.

"And satisfied them you have."

She reached up to unclip her hair. It dropped seductively onto her shoulders.

"Well then," she said, shaking her hair loose, "let's get you to the bedroom. Because right about now, I feel like I have some needs of my own."

She took his hand in hers and led him toward the door.

"Oh really?" he said, jokingly.

"Well, just wait till you see me next month then," he said, taunting her.

Her footsteps faltered a little at hearing that. She now pulled at his hand with greater urgency than before.

"Urrgh," she sighed.

"Get in that bed right now! ..."

"You big tease."

"And I'll make you eat those words."


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