Chapter 3

Immediately I could see that his face changed, he started to feel the hunger and the pain. “Dante, I asked you if you wanted more pie with ice cream.” He looked at me embarrassed and said, “Yes please and, um, can it be a big slice?” His face was red. “Yes, sure. But remember that it’s going to go straight to your hips!” I said as I got up. “I don’t think they can get any bigger,” he thought. He ate the rest of the pie and the ice cream but the button still didn’t pop. His face was red with sweat and he was breathing heavily. His shirt had rode up half of his belly and had white stains on it. Still he was hungry. “Umm… Is there anything …else to eat?” he asked, embarrassed and breathing through his mouth. “Well, I baked some cookies this morning. Do you want milk with them?” I asked, taking the weight-gain milkshake out of the fridge. “YES!” he almost yelled. I put a dozen cookies in front of him and gave him a big glass with a liter of milkshake and watched him drink it. He would stop to breathe and every time he drank the milkshake, a little bit fell onto his shirt.

While he was drinking the last drop of the milkshake his button finally popped and he started to feel very stuffed. His jeans were open and he pulled his shirt up to give his belly more room to breathe. His face and beard were covered with the milkshake and he was breathing hard. I didn’t say anything, just took my cell phone off and started to take pictures of him. “What are you doing?!” he asked angrily, but too tired to do anything about it. “I’ll print these pictures and put them on the gym so you can have the motivation to work out and… wait a sec. Are you wearing a thong?” I said and got closer to him. “Oh my god… is that the thong that you were using the last time? I didn’t know you kept that!” He closed his eyes and started to rub his belly. “I didn’t. It appeared on the bag of clean clothes that you brought, and it was the only underwear in there,” he said and burped loudly. “Really? Why didn’t you tell me? I have another bag in my car.” He didn’t answer me. “Anyway, they look awfully tight. Are you alright?” He opened his eyes and whispered something. “What was that?” He sighed and said “Can you cut them? I can’t stand them anymore and I don’t think that I’ll be able of take them off…” I could se he was about to cry and felt bad for him. “Of course sweetie, let me find some scissors, okay?” I went for them and cut the sides of the thong and could see that he was relieved. “Thank you. I’m going back to my room now.” I helped him to get up. “Of course baby, you just relax. I’ll clean everything up.” I didn’t say anything about his jeans but I liked how they looked. I knew that he would go right to sleep so I cleaned the kitchen and went back to my house.

I knew that I shouldn’t push him anymore so I didn’t talk him for a week. The next week I called him before going to his house. The phone ringed for a while and I was about to hung up when he answered. “Uff, hello?” he sounded like he had run a marathon, breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. “Hey Dante how are you? It’s me Natasha. I wanted to know if you already have had dinner?” He sounded nervous. “Well… I’ve… I guess not”. He said thinking how two hours ago he had eaten three frozen meals and a box of cookies but still felt hungry. “Well I was thinking in ordering a pizza but I don’t feel like eating alone, would you like to join me?” He thought about it a moment. “Pizza? That isn’t going to help me to lose weight. But does it matter? I’ve eaten like a pig the whole day. I guess I can start the diet tomorrow morning,” he thought. “Okay Nat, come at my house at 8 pm,” he said nervously. “Great! Then I’ll buy it on my way to your house, see you later!” I was about to hang up when he interrupted me. “Nat wait! Am… well… Can… can it be a double cheese pizza?” He said embarrassed. “Of course sweetie, I’ll buy it. See you.” I hung up and went to take a shower.

It was at his house an hour early to surprise him. I had bough two jumbo double cheese pizzas and a six pack of beer. As I entered the house I made sure to enter quietly. I didn’t see him in the kitchen or the living room. But I heard music coming from the basement. Could it be? Was he really doing exercise? I entered the gym quietly, hiding my steps with the music and I spied him from the stairs. Amazingly he was wearing the same pink t-shirt of the last time. Still stained and dirty. But he was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants that looked snug on him. He was trying to do sit ups but his belly got in the way every time. I saw him trying to do 10 and then lay down on the ground breathing heavily. He put his arms on the back on his head and rested like that for a while. I could see that the armpits of his shirt were all sweated and had yellow stains. I went back to my car and took one pizza. I put it in the kitchen and called him to let him know that I was there. “Dante!? Dante are you here?” He turned off the music. “Natasha? Is that you?” I stood next t the basement door “Yes. I was bored at my house and came earlier. What are you doing? Can I come in?” he answered me immediately. “NO! I mean, no. I’m just am doing exercise but don’t come in. Wait in the living room while I take a shower okay?” I started to walk t the living room and said, “Okay, take your time honey. I will clean a little bit.”

He waited for me to get away of the door and sighed relief. “Thank god she did come in.” He went back to turn off the stereo and looked hiself at a mirror near to it. “It was a good idea to wear this shirt. It makes me look so fat and disgusting. It’s the perfect motivation!” he thought. He turned around to see his butt. “I can’t believe it, I used to have a sexy butt, hard and firm but now I have a bubble butt. And sitting around playing video games only made it worst. I think that it’s bigger.” He gave it a small slap and watched it jiggle. “Disgusting,” he said, looking at it. In the living room I was cleaning a bit. It’s was cleaner than the last time but still a little messy. There were a few dishes on the table, an empty chips bag, and an ice cream container. I heard him coming out of the basement and turned around to face him. He was wearing another shirt, it was white and big enough for him and he still had the grey sweatpants on.

“Hey,” he said, his cute checks flushing. “Hi...” there was an awkward silence as we stood there. “How have you been?” I asked him as I exited the living room and went to the kitchen. “I’m okay, better than the last time”. He said and sit down. I put the dishes on the sink ad stood there without facing him. “That’s great… am… I see that you are back to exercising,” I said still without facing him.