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After a very messy, and very difficult reconciliation between Spamton and Tenna, the two had finally learned how to get along again. Except this is around there would be no secrets kept from one another. They had even started living together recently. Simple everyday things like eating breakfast together, and stealing sips from eachothers coffee became commonplace. Tenna always enjoyed that domestic lovey-dovey stuff. He often spoiled Spamton with sentimental words or gestures, Spamton would act coy trying to hide his excitement.
However, Tenna had lately been spoiling him with food as well. An extra egg or two with his toast, frequent movie nights with a gaint bowl of popcorn, "accidentally" making too much when cooking, etc. Spamton didn't pay much mind to this, he's a greedy bastard by nature. Taking what he can get then asking for more. But as of late, he's noticed that his clothes aren't fitting quite like they used to. His belly pushes against his shirts, his pants hug his ass a bit too tightly, some pants he can't even button anymore. After coming to this realization he decided to take a look in the mirror for once.
Spamton stands on top of a chair in front of Tenna's vanity. The first thing he notices is how his sweater practically outlines his rounded tummy. He gives his gut a poke, it feels like a pillow. He then turns to the side to examine himself further. His plush midsection sticks out and slightly hangs over his waistband. It looks as if he's doubled in weight over these few months. Granted, Spamton didn't weight much to begin with, but it was still surprising. Turning back to face his reflection head-on, he spots a subtle muffin top. He lifts his sweater to confirm, two cute lumps of squishiness adorn his sides. The sight puts a sense of sad nostalgia in his head. Back when he was a big shot, when he'd land cyber babes with ease, when he was practically picture perfect. Now, he's a fat unemployed middle-aged man mooching off a celebrity.
In the very back of his mind though, a fuzzy electric feeling made him not want to look away. He grabbed a handful of his plush belly, enjoying the softness underneath his plastic hands. He grabbed another handful, this time giving it a little shake. His belly wobbled rhythmically with each movement. Excitement took over as he then lifted his belly in both hands and watched it bounce up and down. He continued playing with his new doughy form, squeezing and grabbing at his cushioned midsection. Until the bedroom door creaked open, awaiting an unsuspecting Tenna.
"[HEY HEY HEY] DON'TCHA KNOW HOW TO [KNOCK OUT]?!"
Spamton hastily scrambled to pull his sweater back down to cover himself, while Tenna stood frozen in the doorway with a blank screen. It was only about ten seconds of silence but it felt like ten years as humiliation weighted heavily in the air.
"What were you-" Before Tenna can even finish, Spamton cuts him off.
"NOTHING!" He looked incredibly suspicious and Tenna immediately saw through him. After knowing one another for so long you tend to notice the little quirks and habits.
"Now, I don't believe that for one second. First of all, you're in here by yourself with the lights off. Second of all, you practically jumped out of your skin when I walked in. And third of all, you're doing that thing when you lie!"
"WHAT [THINGAMAJIG]?"
"THAT! You always look to the left whenever you're lying, don't think I never noticed!"
Tenna was beginning to get a bit heated, he stopped to take a deep breath. Spamton was still sweating bullets.
"Just tell me what you were doing, it's not a big deal. I won't even laugh if it's embarrassing." That last part was up for debate, but Spamton surrenders anyway.
"I U-UM-" His voice caught in his throat.
"I-I..." "I-I WAS-"
"Is it because of this?" Tenna suddenly pokes Spamton's pudgy middle, he gasps from the unexpected touch. Now he was completely screwed, his face burned hot with embarrassment. Spamton was too frazzled to speak so he hesitantly nodded instead. Tenna huffs a gentle laugh and smiles warmly.
"I think it looks quite nice on you. You used to look so weak and frail when we reunited, but now you're all cute and soft." Spamton gulped audibly at the compliment, wordlessly encouraging Tenna to go further.
"I love how you happily gobble up everything I cook, that blissful look on your face when you take the first bite gives me butterflies in my gears." Tenna moves his large hand to caress Spamton's rounded midsection. He uses his thumb to make gentle circles around where a bellybutton would normally be. Spamton can't suppress the soft groan as he reaches to put his smaller hand atop Tenna's, following his motions.
"I know I've done a good job when your belly is all nice and full. It's so cute when you try to stifle your little burps, Spammy. You're so soft and adorable, I could just eat you up!"
"IS THAT WHY YOU'VE BEEN [HIGHLY FATTENING] ME UP?"
"Heehee, Don't tempt me, I just might~"
Spamton couldn't completely tell if he was joking or not, and promptly chose to ignore the oddly enticing thought of it. That was a can of worms he wasn't intent on cracking open. Tenna continued rubbing Spamton's belly to his mechanical heart's content while his screen was now emitting a warm glow.
"I especially like it when you have to unbutton your pants after stuffing yourself to the brim. I can hear it grumbling away at night while you're asleep."
As if his stomach somehow heard Tenna, it let out a whiny growl. Spamton tried to avert his eyes in embarrassment while Tenna chuckled.
"Is someone getting hungry? Where all those pancakes and sausages for breakfast not enough? You greedy, greedy mailman~" He teased and kissed Spamton's tummy.
Spamton didn't even have to say a word for Tenna to lift him up onto to his shoulder.
"There might still be some cookies in the kitchen, that is if you haven't eaten them all."
Tenna made his way out of the bedroom with Spamton in tow. Maybe this new life could be better than he thought.