"Grrff! Three huff hundred and six."
Fingertips touching her earlobes, Miranda felt her firm abs stretch out as her back descended once more towards the carpet.
"C'mon babe - mmmph faster!"
Spurred on by her boyfriend's encouraging words, the lean brunette lifted her tanned, athletic torso up once more, taking care to keep her form as perfect as possible, so that she could really feel the burn in her lower stomach muscles.
"Three huuuuundred and uurff seven!"
Puffing out her cheeks a little, Miranda stretched back again.
"C'mon! No pain no gain!" called Mark. "Two this time!"
The note of irritation in her boyfriend's voice only fired Miranda up even further. Exhaling rhythmically as her toned shoulders descended once more, she moved her fingertips away from her ears and stretched her arms out either side, reaching towards the bowls.
Her left hand grasped a glazed cinnabon, her right a spicy enchilada.
Feeling the back of her ponytail brush the carpet, Miranda began another slow, controlled rise, stomach burning like the inferno as she gradually brought her arms together. When her back reached a 45 degree angle she faltered, her firm abs shaking with the strain. Grimacing and grunting, she looked up to see her boyfriend's face, hollywood handsome, eyes glittering eagerly.
It was like a shot of adrenaline. With numb muscles and an effort of amazonian heroism, Miranda pulled herself higher, galvanized by the desire to get nearer to Mark's perfect visage - the gorgeous eyes, the flawless cheeks, the mouth gaping at its centre like a tunnel to hell.
Up she rose, higher and higher, drawing her hands together, her boyfriend's handsome features growing ever larger.
Into said tunnel went the cinnabon and the spicy enchilada. Both were huge, too large for one mouth, but somehow Mark made room in his maw for both at once. Miranda leaned back to begin her three hundred and tenth situp to the sound of her boyfriend's boisterous chomping.
No, the athletic brunette checked herself, three hundred and ninth. That last one might've been a double for Mark, but she could only count it as one.
Pausing for a moment to steel herself, she bent her neck forward.
Though Miranda was flat out on her back, it was a testament to just how much Mark had been eating lately that both edges of the doorframe behind him were completely hidden behind the protruding beach ball of his naked belly - a belly that was quivering delicately as he chomped, gradually accumulating crumbs.
Miranda bit her lip. Her boyfriend ate like a king - several, in fact - but still she was scarely able be believe just how much his stomach had grown in such a short period of time. The door was already a bit of a squeeze, and if he kept up the current rate of expansion...well, pretty soon they'd have to knock it through - or upgrade them to a bigger room, one better suited to a student of Mark's regal proportions.
She chuckled to herself at the aptness of her metaphor. Though it seemed like all the male students on campus had been sprouting paunches lately - an inevitable result of daily four-hour dinners in the canteen, where they would sit and gorge on the heaped platefuls of meats and desserts that their increasingly lean girlfriends jogged back and forth from the serving hatches with - Mark still stood out. As he strutted down the corridors no shortage of students turned to stare, like awestruck subjects gazing upon a passing monarch. Boys whistled in envious awe, while girls fluttered their lashes, eying him with undisguised lust.
Breathing harder, though more now with desire than exertion, Miranda gazed once again at her boyfriend's bulging belly. It was so big, round and vulnerable. So impressive. Then again, that wasn't entirely surprising, given that it was currently packed with three hundred and ten hors d'ouvres. And that on top of a whopping breakfast a few hours ago.
Uurrp "Oh!"
That'll be the enchilada, thought Miranda, as she watched Mark's chubby hand descend tentatively to his bellybutton and begin to rub small circles into the taut surface, his fat sausage-fingers looked uselessly small and delicate at the centre of his great dome of overindulgence. Or maybe just sheer quantity, she reflected, glancing from the gigantically bloated stomach to the floor either side of her, surveying the wreckage of depleted bowls, half-empty plates, pans and packages.
Mark burped again, more deeply this time.
"Indigestion hun?" Miranda sat herself up, smiling sympathetically as her boyfriend grunted and belched once more. Planting a gentle kiss on her overfed lover's cheeks, she added her slender fingers to his chubby ones, running them gently up and down the bloated curve of his flanks, which gurgled in response as they churned away at the gigantic payload within. Marvelling at the contrast to her pinched, muscled middle - which had this morning ingested no more than two bananas and four glasses of water - Miranda lowered her eyes seductively. She leaned forward.
"Like you said," she whispered softly, burshing her lips against his ear, "No pain, no gain."
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