chapter 3: groundhog day

"Yaahhhhhhh" I yawned as I stretched in bed placing my arms around my boyfriend as we lounged in bed. It was 12:30pm already but it was Saturday so it was no big deal. Theoretically I might not have woken up if not for the coffee grinder sounds coming from Scott's stomach. I swear with how much he eats it's hard to believe he's ever empty enough to truly be hungry. Since the fall of Fort Feast, Scott had continued to put off going to the gym. This meant additional time with the XL version of my favorite cuddle buddy. I noted this was my favorite cuddle position by far. He and I lying on our sides with I as the big spoon. For whatever reason when he lay on his side his winter weight seemed a little bit doughier and softer. He'd gained a bit more weight, but this was in addition to that. His belly bulged and filled my hand. His pecs were plump and thick. It all felt so warm and inviting. While I have to admit I'd always enjoyed the effects Eating Season had on Scott, this was the first time I found myself wanting them to increase. Prior to meeting the love of my life, I'd dated all people of all body weights and types. Only now it seemed like a preference was emerging. Before I had time to ponder further Scott interrupted my exploration of his new fat by guiding my hand to his stiff morning wood. I knew for sure I was enjoying Scott's expanding body based on how in the mood I was to go down on him.
"That was great Babe, you ready for your turn?" he cooed.
Scott's stomach rumbled like he'd swallowed a thunderbolt.
"Actually, I think we'd better get some food in you before your stomach brings the house down" I teased and poked him in the gut.
"Seriously, I don't know what's up with me lately."
"Well I'm up for breakfast burritos if you are."
"That sounds great, Mind if I hop in the shower while you get that started?"
"Wouldn't have it any other way"
"Thanks Babe, I love you!" Scott made his way to the bathroom.
I love the boy and he knows his way around a kitchen, but he's a lot messier than I am so I'd rather spare myself the cleanup on a Saturday afternoon. Besides he knows his way around a dinner table even better. I make quick work of the bacon, potatoes, and chorizo before tying it all together. I call out for Scott but he doesn't come down. When he doesn't come a second time I wander upstairs to check on him.
The sight of my shirtless boyfriend leaning back on the bed, wrestling with the two ends of his jeans, and desperately trying to get them to button lies before me. I can tell he's getting breathless by the heaving of his stomach every time he exhales before another attempt.
"Need some help there?" I call out
He sits up startled, but chuckles, "I'm getting so fat. I should get to the gym, but I just don't feel like sweating away there anymore."
"So don't."
"Huh?"
"I f you don't want to go, you don't have to"
"But doesn't it bother you I'm all chubby now? Just look at me."
I paused and looked him over from head to toe. There was no denying it. He was genuinely chubby now. This was probably the heaviest he had ever been. His belly buldged between the gap in his jeans. His thighs were squeezed in like sausage casing. There was a definite case of love handles. His pecs and arms stayed shapely if just generally fleshy overall. For the first time I saw how much his face had filled out. His cheeks are chubby and while he's nowhere near a double chin yet, his jawline has lost its sharpness. I can see him getting worried so I sit next to him on the bed and think up what to say,
"Scott, we've been together 6 years. I like you for who you fundamentally are as a person, not whether you keep up your gym routine, I love you" His face brightens a little "besides more of you just means better cuddling at night!"
"Wow babe, you really mean it?" He glistens with joy.
I nod and we embrace.
Looking down I say, "Those jeans are definitely done for though. I'll pack up the burritos for the road, we're getting you a bigger pair of jeans."
"Okay," he says "lemme put on some basketball shorts. I think those still fit..."
Once the burritos are holstered and ready I look over at the TV. The news is running a rerun of the annual Groundhog ceremony. The little guy lazily meanders out of his burrow before quickly turning back in. The decision is final.
"Six more weeks of winter doesn't seem too bad to me" I whisper as I turn off the TV.
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