Chapter 9- The morning after

I open my eyes and see Laly is still sound asleep. Watching her belly rise and fall with each breath. Her stomach looking slightly deflated compared to last night. My usual breakfast is light, a black coffee and an apple for example. Im more of a lunch and two dinners type of person. Thus I am not prepared to feed this girl the breakfast she deserves. There is a place right down the road called Big City Donuts. They have the best donuts ive ever tried, they sell donuts through a walk up window. Donuts are the only item they sell, that’s how good the donuts are. They are larger than most donuts and a normal adult usually struggles to force down a second donut. Laly will love these, so I decide to tuck her back in carefully so I won’t awaken her. I grab scrap paper and a pen, and leave a note on the pillow reading, “I went to get some breakfast for us. Il be back soon. Thought you’d prefer the extra sleep :)”.
Its a quick drive to the donut shop. I get to the window and order a half dozen. I don’t know Laly too well, so I am unsure of what flavor to get her. I go for 6 different flavors. Tiramisu, maple bacon, raspberry jam filled, blueberry, Boston creme, and double chocolate. I order an extra raspberry jam donut for myself and head back to the apartment. No need for drinks as I have whole milk in the fridge at home.
I park the truck and I bump into Meg as she’s leaving the apartment. “Hey! That girl from last night was pretty cute. How’d that date go overall? Is there gonna be a second?” I inform Meg that Laly has earned a second date and certainly be back. A piggy that puts out on the first date will always have a second date I think to myself. “Great ! Im happy for you guys…I hope she liked my brownies from last night…I made way too many, you should send her home with the second batch in the fridge! You can tell her you made them if you want some “”brownie points”” with her”. “Love the pun Meg, I will definitely send them home with her! Enjoy your jog!”
Laly is awake when I return and Is struggling to pull her yoga pants up over her plump rear end. “Goodmorning sleepy” I greet her. “I got some breakfast for us once you figure out how to get those pants on.” Starting the day by teasing her feels right. Her skimpy shirt from out date last night isn’t going to be comfortable or appropriate for 9am. “Let me get you a more comfortable shirt” I suggest. I open my closet and see some options. I have a few oversized mens L/XL t-shirts that I never wear since they are too big for me. Most of my shirts are a loose medium or a more slim fitting large. I want to see her struggle a bit. I have a salmon colored shirt that says Ft. Lauderdale on it from a time I was on vacation. Its a medium and I know it will be way too small. So I play dumb. “How about this one its kinda girly.”. Laly sees the shirt and looks mortified. She knows there’s no way it will fit, but what is she supposed to do? Awkwardly admit that she’s too fat to fit in mens clothing?!?. She takes the shirt and reluctantly bunches up the shirt so she can access the hole for her head. Laly attempts to squeeze her arms through the but its a tough angle. Her face turns bright pink as she struggles. Im not letting her out of this. “Did you forget how shirts work you silly goose? Let me help”. I takes the shirt off her head, and have her raise her arms straight up over her head. I pull the shirt down luckily this shirt had big arm holes because I was BARELY able to squeeze her arms through the sleeves. It was challenging to get the shirt over her breasts. I was starting to regret this as I could hear the stitching on my shirt stretch. I pulled the shirt down to her belly button, leaving an entire ring of blubber exposed. “You can pull it down the rest of the way” I said. I turned around to close the drawer. When I turned back around to face her she was beet red in the face, with both hands tugging on the bottom of the shirt out of pure desperation. She was clearly sucking in but it was not going to help. She was too embarrassed to ask for. A larger size. She looked me in the eyes. I knew she was begging me to get a bigger shirt for her: she wanted me to save her from this embarrassment. Im not going to help. If she wanted to fit into my shirt she should’ve considered not gaining so much weight. Nothing will help resolve the emotional stress of being too fat for your new boyfriends clothes than a 6 pack of delicious donuts.
I had placed the donuts on the kitchen table on my way in, so we head to the kitchen and I pull out her chair for her. As Laly sits the shirt situation only worsens. Sitting causes her muffin top and stomach press outwards. The shirt rolls up a few inches. Laly immediately makes another futile attempt to pull the shirt lower, but to no avail. She is stuck in that chair with half her midsection on display. I open the box and explain all the flavors to her, and how I didn’t know which she would like best so that’s why I got all 6. “Would you like skim or whole milk?” I ask. “Skim please, this shirts a little tight”. “We only have whole you’ll have to make due”. I pour a tall glass and sit next to her. “So which donut did you want?” Laly politely inquires. “Oh I have an extra one over here for me. Those 6 are for you.” This plump princess is not used to be being spoiled. … (will finish this chapter soon)