Chapter 5

An hour and a half later I was exhausted and I decided to go see how my little experiment was going. I opened the door silently and then went to the living room and I saw him almost in the same position, with the dish of the slice of pizza that I left him; the pizza was gone and he was sleeping with the TV on. He had loosen his gym pants, was shirtless and his hands were on the little bulge created for all the food. He was snoring lightly. It looked almost cute. I decided to use this opportunity to embarrassing him. “Dante wake up!” I called him but he didn’t wake up, and I started to poke his little belly. “Dante! Dante you fat ass wake up!” I said and he came back to reality.

He yawned and stretched before realizing that I was in front of him, and that his pants wasn't hiding his belly, that was pointing at me. He quickly took one cushion from the sofa and put it on top of himself to hide his body. I smiled at him "Are you trying to hide that gut that you have there? I think that's impossible, It's pretty visible." I took the cushion and put it away from him. He was so shocked that, he didn't know what to do. "Hey babe, don't worry for this" I put my hand on his belly and I sat next to him. "One meal won't kill you, you might actually enjoy it". I started to rub his little bulge. He looked at me angrily and removed my hand from his belly."If you're going to do some jokes about this, do them now; because this won’t be happening again. “Sure it will.” I though. “I’m not making or going to make fun of you. I’m serious, don’t worry about it. Besides, you can burn it off at the gym tomorrow, right?”

He calmed down a little “Yes, you’re right. In fact I’m going to burn it off right now” He got up and went to the basement, still shirtless. “Not if I can help it.” I said to myself and follow him. I wanted to see him struggle to do a few exercises. I sat on the stairs and saw him doing some abs. He was struggling a little; yes. But he still was able of do them. “Maybe is time for another snack” I got up and walked near to him. I saw in his face that he wasn’t enjoying doing exercise like a few hours ago. “Wow, I’m tired already just from watching you. I should prepare a healthy snack for you. You look hungry; hog." And with that he stopped. He was just lying, doing nothing. “Get up pig; let’s go to the kitchen to exercise your stomach.” I follow him and made sure to mark the place were he went in trance. In the kitchen, I warm up the pizza, the chicken wings and the French fries. He had left the 2lt soda so I put it on the table. “Don’t eat anything yet pig.” I tease him with the smell of the food for some minutes until he started to drool. “Ok pig eat, but just using your hands and drink directly from the bottle.

As the last time; he made a mess of himself, the mixture of the pizza sauce and the chicken wings got on his face and chest; cola was dripping from his mouth every now and then. I helped him with the bottle a few times and I could se his belly rise. It took him 1 hour to finish the food and his belly was as big as the last time. He was breathing heavily. “Good job pig, you finished everything. Now rub your belly while I clean everything”. When I finished cleaning the kitchen and him, I joined him rubbing his belly.

“Look how cute it is. And you wanted to destroy it, that’s too bad.” I stopped rubbing his belly and went to the basement door. “Actually pig. Let’s see if you can do something with all that food. Come to the gym.” He got up still rubbing his belly and went downstairs. “First let’s see if you can do squats, try to do 5.” He was standing in front of me and I saw him putting his butt back and trying to bend down but his overstuffed gut was getting on the way. He did only 3 when sweat started to appear on his forehead

“Stop pig, is obvious that you can’t do that. Ok let’s try some push ups, start doing 5.” He lay face down on the floor and started to do them. The extra weight on his belly was a obstruction, but he did them without problem. When he was about to finish the last one I told him to stop in that position. I bend over to see how far his belly was from the floor. Disappointingly it was at 10 inch from the floor. “Ok pig, get up” I saw that he was still breathing heavily and was sweating a little. “The last things are the sit ups. Lay down again and don’t disappoint me.” He went into position with hands on the back of the head.

He failed doing the first one and the second one. His belly was bulging in front of him and didn’t want to get back. “Look like you’re going to keep the fat; baby. Pig; I want you to keep doing sit ups. You’re filling out nicely; pig.” I walked back to the stairs and sat. Dante stopped and fell on his back. “uff. That was a pretty good work out. I'm sweating like a pig. But I feel heavier. And my stomach looks bigger, don’t you think?” he looked at me. I saw him there; sweating, tired, with an overstuffed belly, trying to do sit ups; and I just smiled at him. “No, it looks the same to me.