*PICKING UP WHERE WE LAST LEFT OFF*
As they press play, Porter slowly rubs Hyatt's small belly, glad that his plan was working.
*TWO WEEKS LATER*
In the two weeks that Hyatt had been staying at Porter's house, his waistline grew drastically. It started with an extra cinnamon roll here, a few scrambled eggs there, then it escalated. Two or three slices of cake after dinner, each with a scoop of ice cream. Each of those scoops drenched in syrup and whipped cream, and sprinkles. But it wasn't until Hyatt stood in front of Mr. Porter's, Austin Porter's dad, full length mirror.
"Damn, my gut is huge!" Hyatt exclaims. "What are you talking about babe?" Porter asks sleepily under the covers of his parents bed, where they both had been sleeping for the past two weeks. "All that fancy food, and movie marathons, I must have gained at least 10 pounds!" Hyatt says, his voice stepping up a note with each word. "Well why don't we check? How much did you weigh when you came here two weeks ago?" Asks Porter, this time wide-eyed with enthusiasm. "I dunno, I think 135?" Answers Hyatt.
"Here's the scale," Porter said, laying it down in front of Hyatt. "Just step your foot on and wait for the screen to show '0.0', then you step on." Hyatt does exactly what Porter asks. "Damn!" Hyatt says. "What?" Porter asks. "I can't see over my gut!" Hyatt replies. "Well let me check then." Offers Porter. He read the scale. "160 pounds." Porter reads. "25 pounds? No way! My gut doesn't look that huge!" worries Hyatt. "Well, to be honest, I don't think all that went to your stomach. I think, sitting on your ass for days on end, that your delicious looking booty shared the spoils. I mean, your butt was KEY-YUTE when you arrived, but now, it looks softer, and rounder, and more delicious, if that's possible." Hyatt blushed at the same time as Porter.
Hyatt always noticed when Porter brushed against his arse 'accidentally', when Porter didn't think he would. But maybe he was right, it DID look rounder, and larger, than when he arrived. "Want some breakfast, bae?" asks Porter from the kitchen, not so far off from the bedroom, "Sure Aus, what are we having?"
French toast, that was breakfast, and scrambled eggs, and waffles, and pancakes, and, the best part, cinnamon rolls. Hyatt always loved Porter's cinnamon rolls. Always so gooey and fresh, made from scratch. And don't even get started on the icings each one had. Hyatt didn't want all Porter's hard work to go to waste and he starts eating some of everything. A scoop of eggs, a slice of French toast, a pancake, a waffle, but Hyatt loaded his plate with the rolls. The delectable, sweet, savory rolls, that were very common at breakfast time.
Each roll had a different icing, each icing its own flavor and color. A bright red one meant cherry icing, yellow meant lemon, green meant apple, purple was plum, pink was strawberry, and blue was blueberry. The most delicious looking one however, was the largest one, with a load of orange flavored and colored icing. Hyatt decided on that for last.
He starts eating and after a while, his pants get tight, not for the first time, either. But Hyatt ignored it. He was done with his plate and was about to grab some more pancakes when he heard the BANG. His pants button flew around the kitchen/dining room area, of the floor, off the fridge, off the trash, off the oven, off the light, into the sink, where it tried to roll down the drain. "Dammit! Those were my favorite jeans!" Porter had witnessed the whole scene, washing dishes at the time of the pop, so he made a mental note to go to Kmart later that afternoon. "Don't worry babe, they're just jeans, we can get you new ones, now finish your breakfast so I can clean and get started on lunch!" Hyatt looked up from his lap, at Porter, and said, "Okay."
Hyatt had finished just about everything, except for that orange-iced roll. God it looked amazing, almost too perfect to eat, almost. Hyatt slid the platter his way, posing his fork, and started to dig in, well, finally breakfast caught up with him. "Oof, I'm stuffed." That was all Hyatt had to say for Porter to come over and start rubbing his belly. Hyatt actually liked it, it eased up the pressure on his stomach, and the smell of what was sure to be a stupendous lunch added to his appetite.
Finally, Hyatt finished the last roll,and waddles to the couch. He turned on ION television, and being Sunday, that meant Leverage marathon time. As he watches Nate and Sophie take down business CEO's corporations, he absentmindedly rubs his distended belly. It was larger than ever, and Hyatt didn't even feel like throwing up, like that first night. During a commercial break, Porter stated, "Lunchtime! Is my man ready for the second most important meal of the day?" As Hyatt struggles to get up, pinned down under his stomach, still full from breakfast, Porter walks in balancing a tray on his left hand and patting Hyatt's belly with his right hand. "Here is your lunch babe, I brought it to you today because you look pretty preoccupied with that spare tire." Hyatt thanked him for the meal and Porter slipped into the kitchen, tightening his belt. His pants were becoming looser with each passing day, slowly at first, then day by day as he started eating less and less so Hyatt could have more, Porter was losing his potbelly. Almost sad to see it go, he made himself a sandwich and a glass of milk. The more food for Hyatt, the more of him I can love.