chapter 3

Wake up sleepy, wake up!" she shouted, tugging at his arms.

"Whaat?" he replied groggily, stirring slowly from the brief sleep she'd allowed him.

"C'mon, get to your feet!" she said excitedly. "We need to get you weighed before bed, now don't we?"

His body slumped back against the couch as she let go of him arms. His t-shirt, clearly under strain, rolled up ever so slightly and offered a tantalizing glimpse of a belly that really didn't know how to say 'no'.

Slowly coming around from his nap, he began to attempt the slow ascent from the couch.

"Okay, okay, I'm getting up. I'm getting up," he spluttered as he shifted his bulk awkwardly towards the couch edge. At the second attempt, he managed to get to his feet.

He stumbled forward as he rose, as if the weight of his belly had caught him off guard. He finally straightened, raising his arms above high above his head into a long sinewy stretch. He yawned, his back now arched, and his t-shirt riding up all the way to his chest, exposing a delightfully plump belly, and the waistband of even his largest sweatpants now very visibly under strain.

Still tall, broad, and muscular, the fat was all going to his gut. He looked like he had swallowed a beach ball that night, although his curves were certainly softening as more and more weight piled on.

She giggled as she looked over at him.

"I think we need to get you some new t-shirts, don't you?"

He looked down and saw his exposed midriff. His cheeks reddened. "Oh wow, I'm getting big, aren't I?"

She got up on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.

"Just a little."

He steadied himself and scratched at his belly. He looked at the empty plate. "Wow, did I really eat all that?"

"Certainly looks like it," she said, pointing at his belly. "Think you can manage the stairs in that state?"

"Sure," he said, massaging his gut. "If you make me a milkshake for the way."

"You sure?" she said, suspectly eyeing his belly.

"You look kinda full to me."

He yawned again and patted his belly.

" ... 'You're never too full for a milkshake' ... Isn't that what you said the other night?"

He smiled at her. It was wicked for him to use her own words against her.

"Absolutely," she said. "But ..."

"I insist," he said, interrupting her.

"Well, if you insist," she said. "Wait here two minutes and I'll be right back."

She turned and headed for the kitchen door but halted mid-step. She turned her head to look back at him.

"When you say 'milkshake' ..." her lips curved into that deviant little smile again, "Do you mean ... 'milkshake'?"

"You know what I mean," he said.

"Do your worst." He patted his belly.

"We've got a belly to grow, haven't we?"

"You got it!" she exclaimed, running away with renewed enthusiasm in her step.

"But you should be careful what you wish for with talk like that!"

"Don't hold back on me now!" he shouted after her, cupping his hands over his mouth in loudspeaker fashion.

"Oh, don't worry, ... I won't," she shouted back.

"Haven't you looked in a mirror lately?" she said, chuckling to herself.


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