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“Looks like two wasn’t enough. Maybe I should order another one.”
Stiles glared at him through the phone. “If you do, you better be personally bringing it to me, asshole. I can’t get off this couch.”
Stiles held the screen further away to stress the point. The angle gave Derek a much better view at just how stuffed Stiles’ belly was, pushed to its limits with soda and two meat lovers pizzas. Stretch marks ran angrily over his blubbery stomach, which was proudly swollen in front of him, covering his lap and forcing his thick thighs apart to. A few lighter, new marks had started to appear in his sagging love handles, stretching to the rolls of fat that wrapped around to his back.
Derek wished he lived closer. He needed to feel just how heavy all those rolls and pounds of flesh Stiles had been piling in felt pressed against him.. He hadn’t yet met Stiles in person, unless daily texts and weekly video chats counted. Their relationship had gone from Derek being a loyal fan and contributor to Stiles’ gaining goals, to being Stiles exclusive “sugar daddy.”
Stiles tried to move to a more comfortable position, groaned and unsuccessfully stifled a belch. “I should have had a smaller lunch.”
Derek’s eyes darkened. “What did you have?”
“I used up the Taco Shack gift card you got me for lunch.”
“There was $50 on that.”
“Not anymore.” He burped again and started rubbing his distended mound of a belly. “I was craving tacos.”
Derek laughed. “Think $75 will be enough for next week?”
Stiles thought about the scale that morning, 434 blinking up at him. Only six months before he could finally meet Derek in person. Stiles had sworn to keep his weight a secret from Derek until then. He wanted to surprise Derek with how big he had gotten, show off how much Derek’s gift cards and food deliveries and snack money had caused Stiles to balloon. If he could reach 500, or even 475…..
“Better make it $100.”